Post by mayday on Jun 25, 2010 23:04:54 GMT -5
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind, smashing your dreams
Muscles rolled under his light and dark contrasted coat, thick fur covered over his body giving him the appearance of being fatter than normal, but he wasn't Thorello, was actually probably under weight than anything. Walking slowly, with alert eyes the German shepherd walked cooly, as if he owned the abandon apartment; but in a way he did. His scent was marked all around the building, from his urine and his fur, anyone from a mile away could smell Thorello on the apartment. Although, the home wasn't actually his he'd like the idea of owning something. Traveling around the building, rubbing his body against the side of the wall he stained the brick with toxic scent. Smiling, the shepherd moved now more quickly, with a little hop here and there in his movement. Ears prickled, Thorello tuned into something in the near by shrubs and brush that grew next to his domain. The foliage moved, rustling its lush branches in the thick of Summer. A light smirk moved over his long, black maw. Quickly, Thorello rushed into the bushes, the sound of broken twigs and crunch leaves overdrew the shrill cry of an animal dying. The bush rattle as the war of life and death happen within in, and the snarl of a dog and a screech of prey echoed out over the empty flat of the apartment.
parking lot. Blood soaked into the canine's mouth, as his jaws open the body of a limp rabbit fell to the ground. It's blood soaking into the white pavement. Tainting the purity into a pinkish fade tone of stone. Bending his neck, Thorello dripped blood down from his jowls, leaking out under his chin and around his maw. His quickly licked his lips before tearing into the rabbit. His sharp teeth ripped apart layers of fur, fat and muscle, and the sweet iron taste of blood filled his mouth. One thing he did learn from his dog fighting days were how to listen and know when something was around; how the slightest movement in a bush could be your next meal. Gulping down fur, blood and meat, Thor's belly still rumbled, but it was now a little satisfied. In a way, Thorello is a bit of a pig, never honestly knowing when to stop, and always going for more; but this was Thorello. If it wasn't than it wouldn't be him. Quickly within moments of the death, the body of the hare was nothing more than a bare carcass. Just another dead thing in the hard Summer. Even, Thorello had to admit that this Summer was a hard one. Licking the ground where the blood soaked into the ground around the body, he grunted. Now, all he needed was a place to rest. The boy was tired, and a good sleep couldn't hurt
anymore. So, there he lurked again. Walking in agile way, he found the entrance to the abandonment apartment that he stood in front of. A hole into the wall about the size of him, maybe a bit larger. Entering the house the smell of must and dampness filled the air. Breathing in, the scent lingered in his nose. Thorello wasn't too fond of the smell but after awhile, he got use to it. Trotting, Thor moved through room to room, he walked up the stairs of the apartment. This apartment was big and had two stories, maybe it was a townhouse- Thorello didn't know or care, it was something and somewhere were he could sleep in. Which, was gold to Thor. The German shepherd scouted the upstairs, peeping in to see which room would be good to sleep in. Finally, he found where he wanted to be. A nice room; the furnace room. Fortunately the furnace was still running from earlier that day when a local homeless person probably also made shelter in the little room; now it was dark and everyone left. Humans go out, canines moved in. Thorello always did like this plan. The human left a blanket or two in the furnace room, which reeked of the human's foul smell of body oder and many other things that Thorello could not put a finger on it- but it smelled a lot like the things that the humans smoked at the rings, but Thorello wasn't sure if it was or wasn't what he was thinking of and once again he did and could not care.
Frowning at the heat that he could feel from the running furnace, he eyed his blankets. Just some thin cloth, but he suppose it was better than nothing. His dark eyes stared at the metal running and throwing out heat. It was hot out enough- he didn't want this heat. Yawning, he stretched out his body, his rump going up in the air, and his back arched; looking like a puppy play stance, or even a cat stretching. After his bones cracked and popped, he walked over to the dirty, thin cloth. Thorello rolled his eyes to it, if they wanted him to be conformable what was the point of this itchy, nasty thing? Is what he always thought, but still, it was something. Plotting down, Thorello released a sigh. Wrapping his tail around his head and slowly closing his eyes. He could feel the heat warm his skin up, which felt horrible to him. He liked being warm but not when it was already hot in the house; but Thorello just amused that everyone else did also. Gulping back a dry throat, his eyes became heavy and thick darkness surrounded him. Hearing the annoying lullaby of the furnace, he fell into a soft sleep. His body for once in a day loosen up, and he became like a baby again. Thorello always did look a lot younger sleeping; or so he was told by female friends, but he didn't care- why would he? He was sleeping and he doesn't care what he looks like when hes sleeping, for god sake, he can't even see himself when he was. So he quickly pushed that thought behind him. Snoring here and there, the tired German shepherd laid in the house; just waiting to be awoken.
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
