Time. To. Wreak. Havoc [Open!]

[Dakota]

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh249/Nautulisx/dakotamiddle-2.png] It's been a rather dull day to say the least, at least for this canine it has. Tail curled over back while gaze skims the vicinity for any changes in territory, female spots lights, rides, and stands all around. Human territory. By the looks of it, the place is deserted for now, the scent of humans vague but there, causing Dakota to scrunch up her snout. Why did it have to be human territory she decides to walk through? Knowing from the rides and stands, this is one of those carnivals humans create for 'fun'. Another way to show off captured animals. Narrowing her eyes, rustic coated canine makes her way through the carnival, looking at the closed rides and the deserted concession stands filled with junk food. Placing her snout against the ground, nose sniffing carefully she grumbles as all she can smell is the scent of human all around. Eying a nearby cotton candy stand, she walks over to it, intentions meaning harm. "Stupid Humans." Coming up to the machine that spins and creates the sweet substance that goes onto those flimsy sticks, a scowl appears on the female's face. Putting pressure down on her hinds, she jumps up onto the stand with a light 'thud', rocking it a bit due to her force. Taking a look down into this magical like space, she doesn't see anything special about it; how do they make this candy just like that? What out of thin air? Shaking her head in irritation, she looks up at the little umbrella over top of the stand, a nice little addition to help the human keep dry and cool perhaps. Not anymore! Sitting back up on her hinds, she swipes forward, claws digging into the fabric, limb pulling down to rip holes into the item. After a few seconds of tearing apart the possession, Dakota hops off of the worthless stand, leaving it to be found by it's owner, happy little umbrella torn to shreds. Ah, it was good to vent on this race's things. After all, what was theirs is hers now since they want to think that they can 'own' canines like they do. Snorting slightly, vision is strayed to a lone, outside theater. The curtains, a beautiful crimson leather, golden ropes falling down over it to give off the full scene. Oh, it was one of those freak show arena's for the humans possibly? They deserved to be on a stage and look like fools. Yes, fools, that is what they are and will forever be. Somewhat drawn to the stage, she makes her way over and up the wooden steps, tail twitching against her back ever so slightly. As if on cue of her stepping completely on the stage, a light flashes on her and causes her to cringe, shutting her eyes to avoid becoming blinded by said light. "Hey, who is there?" A human's voice?! Uh oh, she had to get out of there before she is caught on this place and captured. Wait a minute. It was just one guy, one measly human who, by the tone in his voice, wasn't exactly the bravest person around. An idea pops up into her head and she moves past the curtains, going backstage, awaiting her moment to pounce on her unsuspecting prey. Walking to where Dakota had just left, a man not too tall but not very small, comes out and looks around. He was one of those late night carnies, working for extra cash even though he hated the fair. Mhm, yep, one of those guys. Bottom jaw just touching the wooden flooring, Dakota watches as the feet stop in front of her on the other side of the curtain. Waiting about a few moments to savor the moment, female jolts out from behind the closed leather, causing the male to holler out in fright. Swatting away as if his life depended on it, which in his mind it did, the male human wasn't getting very far. A low snarl rips through the air as Dakota takes a lunge at the male and attempts to latch onto his arm with enough bite force to really sink it too him. Getting a hold of him successfully, female tries to use her weight to land back on her feet to ensure she can tug at his arm viciously. Only able to try to move a little when she does, the carnie tries his best to keep his arm in tact as well as his skin. Knowing he has pretty bad puncture wounds from the dog's fangs, he looks around desperately for a weapon to cause the mongrel to flee. Only able to find a blow up bat, he begins to whack her with it in feeble attempts to drive her away. Letting go of the man's arm, Dakota bites into the helium filled item, bursting it on impact which sends her back a few steps, growl emitting from her lungs. "Shoo shoo! Go away!" As if she would! She was having a ball ripping at an actual human rather than their possessions. Coat bristling at the scruff, tail stands dominant as bloody fangs are revealed through her baring. This poor man just happened to be around at the wrong time tonight and now look what he has gotten himself into. Maybe he will appreciate his companions who normally take the night shift more when he gets out of this. If, he gets out of this. As if the man had someone looking over him, a security guard who just happens to be on patrol around this area tonight, hears the wails of the attacked man and comes to the rescue. Seeing a figure coming from the shadows, Dakota lowers her snout in a deadly position before she bolts off into the night, icy gaze illuminated in the blackness of the night. "Are you alright? What is the matter?" With the canine gone, the man was just relieved to see someone else and actually have his body in tact. "This dog came out of nowhere and attacked me." Pulling up his sleeve, the bite wounds were worse than the carnie had believed them to be. Large gashes stretch down the upper part of his arm, trailing almost down to the bottom. Having a closer look at the injuries, the cop offers to drive him to the hospital. With a taken offer, both men hop into the cop car and drive off into the night, unknowing they are being watched by a glowing pair of icy blue eyes. Licking the blood off her chops, Dakota takes her leave, further into the shadows of the night. Word Count` 1215 Ooc` Rawr o.o

[pugsy]

Review: Awesome, that was very descriptive, not only was it that, but the story sort of pulled me in, making me want to know more about Dakota.
Great story

[Dakota]

[Ooc` Well you are welcome to join in. It's open to all =) And thanks. /ends ooc/]

[pugsy]

My body is a cage for my full potential



I was too bored to use my energy. So i went into a well yeah... destructive frenzy. I ran around, at the closing time, chewing up prizes, gnawing on the booths, i don't even know how i got in the haunted house, i started chewing up the zombie maskes on the walls. After that... well i sorta calmed down and started to explore in a non-crazy way. I looked in the muddy ground, there were foot prints, not human ones, but dog ones, maybe for one about my size. I smelled dog too. But one smell overwhelmed me... HALELUYAH, "JUNK FOOD". I ran too the dumpster and starting snacking on the yummy snacks. Delicious, mmmm.
I was used to being an idiot and screwing up things, but i had actually done something. Cool...That's- that's pretty awesome.
After i filled my tummy i was still hungry, not for food, but hungry to know whos tracks those were, so i followed the smell, past all the human rides were humans hurt themselves for entertainment, when they could seriously just like, grab a bone or something. i heard howling creepy i thought. I reconized the tracks from my early dog years, on the farm i was born on there were some huskies who had the same paw prints... i had to find out who the huskie was and why they were at a closed carnival. I mean you might ask me the same question, but i have an answer, to blow off some steam and eat. I sprinted following the smell, i'm no bloodhound but the smell of the huskie showed off some sadness. That smell was way too familiar with me, it made me sprint faster, i had to help the husky. I saw a dog walking, the husky, but i was in full gear and couldn't stop running, so as the idiot i was, i crashed into her. "Sorry." i said landing on my back.

[Dakota]

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh249/Nautulisx/dakotamiddle-2.png] Finding herself lost for once, female lets out a small growl of frustration. How could she be getting lost at a time like this? Blue gaze sweeps over the area, making sure she isn't being followed for the last thing she needed, is that. Being it's night time, the chill comforts the rustic canine, causing her to bathe in the nice atmosphere. The cold weather was her kind of temperature, always one to enjoy such a climate. She can feel herself starting to really get tired of this carnival, not knowing her way out nor finding something to sink her claws into. She could stuff her face with candy and junk food but she just wasn't that kind of dog, no, she was the type to thieve maybe a hot dog or two from a human but never one to pig out. Not even a few minutes past being in her little state of mind, did she feel a bump against her frame. Eyes immediately shift so that they are not peering down at a small dog, gaze narrowing. "What do you want?" Great, out of all the things she had to run into, it'd be another dog. She wasn't in the mood to scare the little thing off nor did she really care to actually hear what the other wanted. "Look, go back from where you came. You're lucky I'm in a mood to just let you be." Words holding venom, Husky takes her leave, walking away. It only takes the female a few moments to sprint off, trying to keep her distance from the little dog and wondering what the other was even doing around here in the first place. Of course, she shouldn't be here neither but that's her business. Taking a good look around the vicinity again, not wanting that little dog to come back around and what not, icy view spots a ferris wheel, left on and rotating with the lights, some of which were going out. Something so large and moving catches Dakota's interest easily, dragging her to walk herself over near the rotating machine. Looking all the way up once she is beside the contraption, she can only feel her curiosity peak, making her want to investigate the odd thing. She knew what it was due to having been in a carnival once. She had strayed accidentally into it and since it was during the day, she had quite the fun time terrorizing the humans. Now looking around for the little lever or button the humans use to control the wheel, she steps into the small booth like area, looking at all the different buttons. Looking at one lever in particular, she raises up on her hind legs, front mitts clasping onto the stick and with one tug, she pulls the lever down, ears immediately going back as a loud roaring sound rings. Was this thing going to fall? Did she pull the right thing? Watching the wheel coming to a halt, Dakota tilts her head, making her way over to the thing. It was one of those ferris wheels that didn't go upside down and you weren't in a seat belt but a completely boxed in area to better provide safety. Stepping into the medium sized ride, she jumps back when she feels it move due to her weight. Nose twitching, she shakes her head and moves forward once more. One paw takes a step back into the object, eyes looking around the compartment before she jumps inside, claws digging into the flooring as it wiggles and sways from the impact. Proceeding to sniff the thing, making sure it is all clear, she looks at the seat, hopping up on it. Eyes drooping due to lack of sleep, she takes her lay on the cold metal, crossing her front mitts and drifting off into a half-sleep, still able to hear something if it was to approach. Maybe she can get some shut eye for now, unbothered. Word Count` 765 Ooc` Blah, late response.