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Post by isilzheha on Jun 19, 2009 16:28:34 GMT -5
Isil.Zheha [/color][/size] 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." [/font][/i][/color][/size] .x. Rusted, colossal machines sat collecting dust on the unpaved grounds. The windows smashed, the doors missing, tires flattened, others slashed from previous bouts. The eerie silence broken by chained junkyard dogs. I flicked my tail, my large, muscled bodice slipping forth through the maze of dead cars. I flicked an ear, scenting the winds. Two Rott Weilers. I grinned darkly and pushed my massive weight off the ground. I sailed through the air, landing upon the hood of a car so rusted you couldn't even tell the type. The hood groaned in protest, hardly caving in, it was so sturdy. I glanced around, looking for the dogs. The last couple of days I had come here, I had taunted the beasts until one had choked himself to death lunging at me, and the other had sliced the chain into his throat and killed himself. Today would be a good day indeed. I smirked and strode with ease across the car, claws clicking silently against the roof of the car. I blinked my dark hues, stopping on the trunk as I waited for the winds to tell me where the beasts were. I lifted my nose to the winds and caught their scent. They were by the office the human dwells in during his hours. I flicked an ear and lowered my head, leaping from the trunk to another car. I leaped from car to car, finally resting on one over looking the two junkyard dogs. They saw me and immediately went into a rage, spittle flying from their maws. Their growling barks were loud, sounding in unison. I smirked and waited for their barks to stop and lower to a mere growl, their fur bristling and legs stiff. "You mongrels have any morsels of food?" I inquired, tilting my head.
.x. They did not answer me but simply kept on snarling, lunging at me. I flicked my tail and slid from the car, coming to a stop just out of reach of their jowls. They lunged at me, their teeth scraping off a few hairs, but nothing more. I waited for the one closest to me to leap at me first before I leaped at him, slashing his shoulder open. I pranced about just out of reach, taunting them and flaunting my freedom. I gave them a dark smirk and leaped forth, in and out with a slash. The first Rott collapsed, dying slowly. The other didn't care a blink, still lunging at me, barking his spittle at me. On the third leap this round the chain rattled, and stretched taut. There was a faint snap and a yelp as the dog fell, neck broken. The second one that snapped his neck. I moved between their legs, taking their slab of meat before slipping back, taking my prize beneath a car. I laid down, watching the junkyard from under the car, gnawing on the cold meat. I waited before finishing my fill, taking the meat. I glanced around, hues settling upon a broken window. I leaped through it and trotted to the passenger seat. I lifted a paw, clicking the glove box open. I tucked the meat inside and closed it with my nose. I huffed and sat back upon my haunches, resting my head on the window sill. I wagged my tail, glancing over my shoulder at the two fallen dogs. Finally. Some peace and quiet. I stretched out across the seat, sighing in slight content.
.x. Most dogs didn't really come to the junkyard just because it was risky. The strays heard the junkyard dogs and thought twice. Not me. I flicked an ear, resting my crania upon my front paws. I yawned, blinking a few times before falling into a light sleep. I never let myself go into a deep sleep. I never had any dreams, either. So there I lay until it became midday, and my stomach arouse me. I raised to my paws and opened the glove box, expecting the remaining meat to be inside the glove box. It was. Why would I expect any different? I finished up the meat and climbed from the car, landing on the unpaved ground. Dust stirred beneath me and floated up into the air, dissipating into nothing. I flicked an ear, keeping a keen eye out for any other dog. I flicked my tail, shaking my muscled body. My fur was beginning to dampen with unhealthiness, and my ribs were beginning to poke out slightly. Oh well. I'd surely survive. I yawned again and leaped on the car, gazing around. Who would be next?
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Muse;; Same old, same old.
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Post by MENTAL on Jul 7, 2009 21:00:07 GMT -5
Biggles // Adonis
Nails dug into the dirt, pads leaving indents in the layer of loose earth. Midday. The time when the sun is at its peak, the hottest part of the summer day. But in autumn it is different, it turns the day from cold to warm, a sudden change that's sometimes unexpected. It had been unexpected to them, cold one second and warm the other. Adonis had not warned Biggles that the temperature had changed before he let him take over, taking a rest in the back of their mind. Having to take care of two dogs at once in the same body could get tiring at times, especially when the two didn't always get along.
The sleek greyhound's body lacked substance, each rib visible through the thin layer of skin and short dull chocolaty coat. His black nose was in the air, taking in the scents of earth and rusted decaying metal.
"Blood."
"What?"
"I can smell blood."
"So."
Adonis' disinterest didn't surprise or bother Biggles, he was used to it. He hadn't really expected that Adonis would care about the fact that he could smell blood, he had just made a statement. He decided that he would go and see where it came from though, his curiosity making him not think of the consequences that his actions could have if he did that.
Movements were almost graceful as he lifted each paw off the earth to make his way across the small clearing that he had been standing in, leaping easily onto the boot of a rusted car and then its roof. He didn't need to worry about denting it, he wasn't anywhere near heavy enough to do that. His tall stature made it easy for him to see everything around him as he kept making his way upwards onto a pile of cars that resembled a hill except that it was not a natural thing. It was just man mimicking nature with its scrap metal because they had nothing better to do with themselves than ruining the earth for other creatures.
His paws only made dull sounds as he kept climbing upwards, feeling the muscles in his legs and body grow taut before relaxing again. A repetitive process of movement to get from position a to position b successfully. They were a fit dog, their muscles accustomed to this process of exercise.
The view from the top of the rusted scrap hill was commendable, Biggles could see quite a bit from where he stood calmly. Eyes settled on a figure that had leaped onto a car. A big dog, bigger than him no doubt though maybe the same height. Biggles couldn't tell from where he stood up on the cars, he would need to go closer to be able to tell. Something told him not to go any closer than he already was so he stayed on the cars, letting his butt lower onto the car as well so that he could sit and observe the movements of the dog below him.
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Post by isilzheha on Jul 9, 2009 19:08:15 GMT -5
Isil.Zheha [/color][/size] 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." [/font][/i][/color][/size] .x.
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Muse;; Same old, same old.
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Post by MENTAL on Jul 12, 2009 15:57:32 GMT -5
Biggles // Adonis
"Oh shit.."
"What?"
"He's coming this way."
Biggles was on his feet now, muscles tensing in anticipation of what might happen. Even though the other dog was still far away. His eyes followed his movements as he jumped from car to car until they shared the same one.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing.. I didn't do a thing."
"I don't believe you. You had to do something if he's coming up here."
"He's already up here."
The chocolate greyhound's tail was low, almost between his legs but not quite. His whole body was tense and his expression wary as he kept his eyes focused on the other dog. When he brushed against him Biggles just moved away from the touch an inch or two so that he wouldn't end up falling off the car. Because that wouldn't help much.
Biggles heard the dog's words but he wasn't sure how to respond to them. It was impossibly hard because he didn't want to say something to offend him in any way. That usually ended up bad for him more so that good. He wasn't exactly in the best condition to defend himself let alone provoke another dog into attacking him. That would be stupid not to mention extremely idiotic.
Adonis' curiosity had been brought to the fore of their mind though and he pushed Biggles out of the way to take over, taking in his surroundings in an instant before he let his gaze move onto the brute that was rubbing up against him, making his fur bristle with disgust and irritation. His tail wasn't anywhere near being between his legs anymore, extended out behind him, his muscles rippling underneath his short coat as he tensed each in turn to test them and see whether they would be fine for quick movements or whether they were too cold and would just cramp up. The cold look in Adonis' eyes was clearly visible as he glared at the other male while he stood confidently and listened to what he said.
"What a petty insult. 'you don't look like much.' Fuckin' idiot. I'm a bloody stray! Course I don't look like much."
"Tell him that. You like causing trouble so you might as well."
"No, I have another question for him."
An amused smirk appeared on his features as he sat down again, completely relaxed. Just to push the fact that he wasn't scared of this dog. In fact, he was so undeterred by his presence that he even stretched before sitting down.
"Do you always rub up against males? Or am I just too irresistible. Because I have to tell you, I don't swing that way."
Adonis's words were completely calm, almost matter of fact. He turned his attention away from the other dog, well, that's what he appeared to do. He was still paying close attention to him though, muscles ready to makes his legs work so that he could get out of the way in a split moment. He didn't need to be big because he was definitely fast enough to still put up a very good fight. He was just waiting for either a verbal answer or some other sort of answer from the brute. He could hear Biggles's laughter in his mind, which just fueled him even more to get on this big dog's nerves and to make him react. It was the wrong sort of encouragement. But then. He was proportionally unstable and suicidal. So what did it matter what he did and what came of it. If he died then he would be set free from this trapped hell that he had to live in. He wouldn't be bound to this weak body that he had to share with an ignorant retard of a dog. It was fair to say that he was sick of it.
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Post by isilzheha on Jul 13, 2009 18:24:56 GMT -5
Isil.Zheha [/color][/size] 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." [/font][/i][/color][/size] .x. My ears flickered as I sat back, watching the brute. He had been tense, watching me carefully. His tail was lowered as he watched me. When I had spoken, he had continued to say nothing. Unsure. Maybe he didn't know what to say. I tilted my head, watching him. I looked down slightly at the car, noticing the bloody pawprints that came from me. I raised my brow slightly. You could barely see them anyhow. I looked back up at the greyhound as he watched me. He just remained where he was, and I flicked my tail, still sitting one car above him. I was still watching him even as he seemed to shift. His body posture seemed to move, his eyes growing colder as he glared at me. Ah. Now maybe something interesting would happen. I watched it all with indifference, just doing as I was. Watching. Waiting. Listening. The things I did most of the time. This situation was no different. I watched the amused smirk stretch across his slender maw, his eyes still darker, colder, and still watching me. I tilted my head, turning it slightly as I watched him. He looked about ready to say something. So I simply waited, ears flickering to catch his words. He stretched, sitting back comfortably, a snarky smirk still stretching his maw as he finally spoke.
'Do you always rub up against males? Or am I just too irresistible. Because I have to tell you, I don't swing that way.'
.x. I watched him, looking smug, as he calmly looked away. Though my eyes traveled over his bony frame, noting how his muscles were tense. Ah, just as well. Time to play the game. My fur bristled, and I put on the angered appearance. My eyes flashed briefly, glaring back at the brute. I knew he could feel my eyes on him. I let my ears slide back. I tensed, crouching down, muscles flexing as I prepared to leap at the ignorant brute. I would tear him to pieces. He would be mincemeat beneath my jowls. I growled low in my chest, eyes narrowing. I inched forward, attempting to go slow and then leap, to take him by surprise. But instead...I laughed, a smirk pulling my jowls apart. My fangs were slightly revealed as I laughed at the brute. My crouching had turned to me laying down comfortably, though ready to leap uo if necessary. I shook my cranium, watching the brute with a bemused spark in my dark orbs. My ears pricked as my laughter faded. I shook my head again, still laying down. This was quaint indeed.
.x. I was still smirking darkly as I said, tilting my head, "Oh come now. Don't flatter yourself. Besides, I don't swing that way either." I flicked an ear and situated myself, getting more comfortable, eyes still on the brute. By the time he pushed himself and lunged at me, if he decided to, I would be halfway up and defending myself. He wouldn't have a decent attack by that point. At least, that's what I calculate. "Perhaps you shouldn't get your hopes up so high, brute." I challenged. I watched him. I was anticipating a fight, and I had a feeling something would happen eventually. This brute didn't seem to care, really. Neither did I. I wasn't afraid of pain. In fact, I embraced it. I wanted bloodshed.
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Muse;; Same old, same old.
Thoughts;; POSTED. I can't believe I did that. DDDD: This thread is for Adonis/Biggles only.
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