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Post by Panic.Rose on Jan 22, 2010 17:37:23 GMT -5
I've heard it said about a thousand times, that the sun will rise for me someday, that life will take a turn for the better on my part. Yeah right. The closest thing I've had to that sort of metaphorical sunrise was that escape I'd made. Thinking about it makes my scars burn, or maybe that's the burning sunlight upon my back. I never know, I never care about those minuscule things. Who really stops to smell the stupid roses anyway? I never do. I have more important things to dwell on.
Like how that yappy rat of a dog almost got me shot and killed by it's schizophrenic owner. I'd found this glorious treasure earlier that morning. Some silly human had thrown out a fresh, uneaten meat-lovers pizza. Just as I flipped the lid open, that annoying little dog started barking it's head off and sent it's owner running out into the alley with a shotgun! Stupid crazy people. I took off like a bottle rocket, as I was fired at. The air was peppered with bullets until I was finally far enough away that I was safe.
Hours later, here I was, Still fuming, not over my stupid mistake, but at everything else; that dog, it's crazy-ass owner, the fact I hadn't gotten that jewel of a pizza. No, I wasn't worried about myself! I was a survivor. Bullets couldn't keep me down! Someone must've been cleaning something further up the street, seeing as dirty hose-water was swirling around my white front paws. I didn't bother to pick them up and move away. I stood in place, front feet in the gutter, growling at anyone and everyone who passed. I must've gotten my message through, seeing as people passed by me with frightened looks.
Good. I'd done my job, then. No one wants to mess with a scarred-up dog, growling like the devil himself. Maybe I was the devil....Maybe I was God....You never knew who you really were until you died. I wasn't ready to find out yet. No way in hell was I going out, at least not without a bang. That bang will be the loudest, most terrifying bang anyone will ever hear in the history of the world. I'll make sure of that. I'll make damn sure.
The water around my feet was dirty, but cold...so I didn't move my feet. It feels so nice and calming, that ice stream running over and around my paws. This place is full of sounds; my rumbling tummy, the sounds of cars as they lazily roll past in the heat. What season was it? I don't know. I don't know the seasons, the months, the names of the days or the times on a clock. My internal clock is marked with things like "Need Food", "Need Sleep", "Need to Fight" or "Run Like Hell, or DIE!". The hands don't go in any set direction. The hands flash erratically to whenever and wherever they want to be. Right now, all hands point to "Be Scary."
Oh, I will be. I am small, but I am mighty. An barely visible dot on the scatter plot of life, but the most terrifying one around. The people of the world, of this city, should watch their step, for I, Engels, am wild and free. Armed and Dangerous. Not the Good, Not the Bad, Not the Ugly. I am the Terror. |
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Post by Zephyя !? on Jan 27, 2010 16:38:52 GMT -5
Well, wasn't this... um, wonderful? A hot day, probably normal for any human or short haired creature, probably just a great moment for the sprinklers and ice pops. No. For me, it is so hot with long hair I don't even want to waste the energy running through the water. I want to sit on a giant ice cube and never move. If it were my choice, I would rather face a thousand different deaths then sit in a sauna. And today was just one big giant sauna.
When I woke up, I didn't even feel like eating. It was just that hot. From my position under a small porch, I could see the cars cruising lazily down the street, or atleast their wheels. I could see children running along the street with red balls, or on wheels of their own. People checking mail, swimming in kiddie pools, playing with hoses. Often, a medium to small dog bouncing around with them happily, tongue lolling, tail flying through the air to spray water everywhere.
Jealousy? I felt none of it. I never understood how dogs could put up with a human that, in the end, would ultimately abandon or mistreat them. I had seen it before. All humans at some point grew tired of the bundle of joy they thought would grow to be a calm dog, or a happy mutt.
Anyways, they were unimportant. Just a bunch of mutts bouncing around. I had more important things. Though the shadows of the porch were cool compared to the outside, I knew I would die if I stayed under here any longer so I creeped out eventually and slinked along the grass ways, avoiding pavement at all costs.
I managed to find a whole popsicle laying on the ground. Fresh, so it wasn't even melted. A sloppy grin slapped on my face as I bounded over and carefully picked it off the side walk then pulled it into the cool grass and lapped it up.
After a few moments of savoring it -cherry flavor- I continued an aimless wander again, staring at the grass.
It couldn't have been five minutes before I ran into something and jumped back, tail raised, just to find a female...
 someday - sugar ray
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Post by Panic.Rose on Jan 30, 2010 18:34:10 GMT -5
Things were going great, looking up, at least for the day when it all went south. There I was, minding my own business....lingering in the sweltering heat, playing the part of the town menace when some ungodly thing barreled into me, knocking me over. I rolled for a bit, popping up like a prize-fighter onto those nimble white paws, my best friends. For a minute, I was blinded by fury, but soon my vision cleared and I looked my opponent up and down, the perfect picture of any dog's worst enemy. Lips curled up over dagger-teeth, ears laid back againt a skull that held predatorial eyes. My body was crouched low, my legs braced for the leap soon to come. He was pretty furry. This meant much to me. It meant I would have to work harder for my teeth and claws to make a decent impact. Darn. I hated it, when they made my life hard like that. He was also tired, from the heat. I could see it, in everything he did, every way he was. He screamed exhaustion and thirst. I could take those away with the flick of a wrist, I knew. But I wouldn;t. There were too many people around, so killing him would make a scene. I closed the distance with one move, and latched onto his right front leg, bouncing back away from him as I did. This opened that gap again as i slid back into position. I shook my head in frustration. You never made the first move. It was always left up to the opponent to do that. I had screwed up, which caused me to do the last thing I wanted to do: Apologize. "Sorry about that...Nervous impulse, long story." I sighed, head dipped in...what did they call this sinking feeling" Oh, yes..shame was what they called it, so that meant my head was dipped in Shame. It's quite a horrible feeling. i knew now to avoid shame at all costs. It did me no good. My tail wagged feebly. I'd try and be nice...it was the best I could do to make up for that wound, the one that would have that poor soul limping for at least a couple hours. Why couldn't I control myself? what kind of dog was I, if I couldn't reel in those deadly instincts. i didn't need to keep them aroundanymore. I wasn't in a fighting ring, was I? Hell no. So why couldn't I shake them? why was i feeling so horrible for hurting the dog in front of me? I'd never felt remorse or shame before this moment, so what business did they have coming around and messing with my thoughts? |
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Post by Zephyя !? on Feb 5, 2010 18:34:41 GMT -5
She was cute, obviously of Border Collie lines. I didn't see her face to affirm this more before she grew angry though, and I guess she had every right to be since I had, after all, run into her. I could not help but want to fix it though, by nature I didn't want any person to be angry at me.
I was sure that any other brute would have just snapped back at her and moved along, some crazy bitch in the middle of the path. I, of course, was not just any other brute, and instinct screamed at me to calm her and reassure her of...
Well.. that was it, I wasn't sure. Probably just pissed that I had broken her concentration, that's all. Perhaps only an apology would make her bet-
And instantly I was snapped from any real thought when a sudden searing pain shot up my leg and stung my whole body, like being injected with a huge dose of pins and needles. In that moment I didn't even realize what had happened, and everything went black from the shock. It was only a second, and it only took that second for me to yank my leg back instinctively, a movement that brought more pain as the Collie's teeth shredded down my leg. My whine turned into what seemed more fitting as a scream.
My eyes shot open, and instantly the world cleared, but my leg throbbed. I turned my attention from the vibrant blue sky to the Collie in front of me, shocked to see her bowing her head in... shame? That was... odd... How could that be so? Shame that she had practically severed my leg (which she didn't, but the cut was deep and long, so it could have been a close comparison to severing).
I felt a stab through my heart, instant forgiveness, and somehow... what the hell? I looked down at my leg, and the pain returned, and I flinched, but decided hiding it would be better. Obviously, the Fae was feeling bad enough, why should my pain only make her feel worse?
"It's not that bad.." I laughed to counteract the pain, and found it oddly working. I looked back at her, putting slight pain on my leg and finding myself trying not to fall suddenly. "Shit-er... yeah.. not that bad. Just a scratch. Easily forgivable.." I chuckled weakly, and bent my leg up, holding it close to my chest and flinching a bit. "Instincts.. funny things they are..." I chuckled again, finding it a bit easier now, but straining to keep myself up on three legs.
someday - sugar ray
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