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Post by »Mocha« on Sept 3, 2009 19:38:34 GMT -5
It's the thought that counts.
If you saw a mouse, would you try to kill it?
If you saw a squirrel, would you try to chase it?
If you saw a cat, would you try to bark at it?
Bone hasn't lived so long, but he knows all these feelings and he has done all these things. The pure happiness as he chases a squirrel up a tree... feeling the adrenaline coursing through his strong muscles, through his body from head to tail... barking at the creature until your throat is numb. It was a feeling, that Bone would never get tired of, the feeling to be free. It was a good feeling, he knew. Ecstasy. Bone lowered his eyes against the sun, his nose scuffling along the sand.
His muscles bunched together and suddenly he zipped off like lightning, like thunder, like wind and rain, like a dog. He was lightning! He was thunder! He was the wind and the rain! He was a dog, free as a bird in the sky soaring through the clouds in the great sky. He certainly felt free. Bone was the fastest and strongest dog ever been! He had lived through the most fearsome fights in dog history and seen the most gruesome sights in the most impossible situations. Then again, Bone was just a puppy, everything was out of proportion, but everything was right.
Bone galloped along the beach, fast as his legs could go. Right, left, right, left, streeeeetch. He could feel the wind pull at his tough fur. He could feel the sand press beneath his tough paws, spraying like dust behind him. Bone opened his mouth to feel the cool, morning breeze in his mouth. He smacked his lips, barking and some nearby seagulls as his ears picked up their shrill calls. Gosh he loved his feeling! Bone could smell their fear as he chased them across the shallow water.
His eyes locked with each and every one of the gulls. Bone was strong and fast and smart, he could catch them! He studied carefully as their wings flapped in a carefully synchronized pattern. They glided over the water, staying near the cool breeze rather than high up with the hot air. The ground was nice. Bone evened his pace as to not tire out too soon. He chased them down the beach, all the way barking like he had rabies. Soon enough the birds glided out over the water, out of the canine's hold, finally coming to their senses. Bone slowed, quickly coming to a skidding halt, his eyes peering intently at their disappearing figures. Well, he purposely let them get away.
As soon as his short burst of speed came it vanished with the birds, out of sight and hearing, but he could still taste and smell the fun he had. Bone stood in the still water, body stiff, waiting for the gulls to fly back to him for more chase, but alas none came. He smelled the strong scent of salt wafting around him. He was sure he would smell like this for days to come, he loved it. The water tugged at him, willing him to fall beneath its pull, but he was stronger. Bone's ears perked up at the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. Good, everything was normal, but still no birds. He whined, and soon enough trotted off toward the shore.
As he reached high tide where the waves could not catch and eat him, he yawned, already tired from his playful antics. He opened his mouth, letting the whole world see his white canines, sharp and ready to tear at a moments notice. Then again, fighting was for old mutts. Playing is way more fun than having those dumb territories anyway! Bone leaned back and stretched, feeling the way his muscles loosened up. The canine felt his youthful muscles rippling beneath his fur. Soon enough he fell to his side in the sand, heated up from the sun's rays.
Bone's tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he lay panting in the fawn sand, just shades lighter than his own fur. He could taste the summer sweetness on the tip of his tongue, the saliva rolling in beads of liquid, dripping on the crystalline rocks. Of course the sand was already wet from the waves, a little saliva wouldn't do much now would it? He licked his muzzle, as if he could taste the salty water. Bone learned long ago the water wasn't good, it made him sick, but he liked the taste anyway. What could he say? He was a dog, purebred and full of life. On the other side, it wasn't like anyone was there to stop him. Nope. No one. Not anymore.
Bone sighed in lazy content of his own wispy shadow. He carelessly dropped his head upon his paws, looking out into the ocean, wondering what it would be like to have endless energy. His thoughts usually wandered like this all day, meandering through the maze of his own mind. Would he cross the world? Swim the ocean? What would it be like to be a fish? He snorted at the thought, quietly followed by a throaty bark of laughter, then he couldn't run! The silliness of it all... However, suddenly he was horrified at his mind's musings. He wouldn't be able to feel the wind through his fur, or smell the delicious scent of his prey, to smell the fear as he chased them!
So then... fish can't do that? What about cats? Squirrels? Humans? The canine scrunched his nose in distaste. Could humans even smell? From experience, it seemed humans couldn't smell anything. It's like they didn't have a nose! Of course, Bone had seen it before... maybe they just didn't work? Bone was glad he wasn't a fish... or a cat... or a squirrel... and very thankful he wasn't a human, but a dog, a four-legged, land mammal. Bone yowled in refreshed delight, it was okay though! He was invincible everywhere! On land that is...
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Post by tsuya on Sept 4, 2009 17:11:26 GMT -5
nova [/center][/font] ichiban kirei na sora he tobouyo
nando taore temo "Try!"
kizutsu kinagara tsukamu ashita
yasashiiku tsuyoku kataru kimi wo wasurenai itsumo... [/font][/right] I often laughed at the younger dogs nowadays. I would sniff in sympathy, and put my nose underneath my crossed front paws. What I'd give to be young again. I would say to really no one in particular. My words were really misplaced, though, because as much as I was trying to convince myself, I wasn't that old. It had been so long since I had felt adrenaline that only getting in a fight could bring me, it had been so long since I had barked at the top of my lungs until the next morning when I couldn't eek a sound. So long...
So maybe I really was getting old, not in age, or body, which was covered in yellow-silver tinged lush fur, with rolling muscle sparkign with youthful energy like static electricity breaking up a storm clouded sky, but in mind, mental strength. And that would be a catastrophe, for someone like me, who, sorry to blow my own horn, had so much physical strength, the ability to think for oneself would be greatly missed if ever diminished. I remeber being young, and thinking I was the greatest. Heh, it seemed so long ago now, when really it wasn't. Come to think of it, I still thought myself the greatest.
The beach was one of my favorite places to go, even in winter, because the sand always stayed warm enough to melt some of the dreaded snow. Ugg, I hate snow, I hate the cold, I hate winter. The sand, today, though was crisp under my paws as I trotted along the divide were beach meets tamed land. The waves cracked and whistled as they broke upon the sand. I stayed far away from the chilling ocean water, filled with Slappies and Willies and other monsters that no dog could fight and live.
Oh, there goes a young foolish male, barking at the seagulls. Doesn't he know that those rats with wings may be gluttonous but no dog could catch them with such a direct, onward approach. As if on cue, I broke my pattern, determined to show this young pup something. A few lone seagulls chattered laughter at the male. I sauntered along behind them, and dropped my nose, pretending as though I was sniffing. My tongue lolling in an un-agressive posture, I kitty-cornered them. But then I whirled, stretching out my long, wolflike neck, I grasped a white neck in my jaws and snapped it. White feathers ran red with blood as the other gulls scattered, chirping in fear and agony.
I meandered over to him, aware that his foolish independace and immaturity would probably decline me the awe and worship I somewhat deserved. I dropped the gull in front of him, planning to eat it anyways. The real thrill is when the prey can fight back, pup. I barked. He smelled crisply of salt water. I wondered if he was cold.
[/font] omoidaseba hoho ni kaze ha fuite
watashitachi no maeni michishirube oite kureru
mihatenu sora wo futari de tobouyo
te wo hanasanai de "Fly!" [/font][/right] breaths; 66o
muse; 4/1o
for; Toki with Bone
mind demon; Nova
theme music; Tsubasa wa Pleasure line by Kuribayashi Minami
epilogue;Shes kind of aggresive, lols. [/font][/center] |
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Post by »Mocha« on Sept 6, 2009 0:19:35 GMT -5
We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have...
The thing about the beach, wait... what thing is there to say about a beach? Not much really. What's so special about it? The peacefulness, calmness, the overall serenity and security of it? What was secure about it? Well nothing really, but it was the thought. Sometimes they were peacefully at least, a lot of the time it was crowded. Even so, it wasn't as if fun couldn't be found. There were many things to explore, people to see... and make fun of... Bone lie in lazy content as his chocolate gaze stared out into the wonders of this beach.
Warm bodies scuttled around the beach, few humans, many animals. Those among were the typical sights, crabs, lizards... seagulls. Bone moved his head along, resting his cranium as the remaining seagulls came into sight. Their loud caterwauling calls at him caused a quiet rumble echo through his chest as he quiet growled at their silly taunts. Dumb birds. I could catch them if I wanted to. Right, he was simply having fun, playing with them. His soft tongue swiped across his maw as a fake sweet, bitter taste of fresh meat washed down his throat. Fake, that's all it was though.
The canine lifted his cranium, a strange figure coming in his vision. Eh? Oh... a dog... but, what is she doing? Bone, ears erect and tilted forward, tilted his head to the side. It was a pure Kodak moment. His face was open, curious as to what this strange creature was doing. Of course he had seen, and labeled, many dogs at the beach. Her actions though were different, she didn't seem to be having fun. Why not? It was a beach, how could you not have fun? Bone's eyes were clear and curious, a cloudy brown like milky chocolate milk.
The female lowered her body to the ground, her face to the ground, nose twitching as if there was some scent clinging to the sand. What was she doing? Bone blinked innocently and raised his head to the fresh air above. He inhaled the aroma of the biting freshness of the cool coastal breeze, a flood of tantalizing scents rushing to him all at once. Hot dogs, crabs, sweat, sadness, cats, salt, lotion, hamburgers, lizards, fries, gasoline, wood, sand, happiness, seagulls, humans, dogs, and the overall excitement of the vacation spot. But nothing out of the ordinary...
The Malinois's head dropped back to the sight, unsure of what was going on. For now though, the simple canine tilted his head and watched the scene before him lay out into his paws. The female was calm, eased into her surroundings as she casually stepped into line, the seagulls completely unaware as they continued their taunts and jibes though Bone ignored them. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, a common gesture of easiness. Personally, Bone did not see any reason to, the birds didn't see her. He wasn't exactly sure if birds could smell, Bone never saw any nostrils on their long, sharp beaks...
The female suddenly twisted her body, a meaningless blur in the eyes of Bone, but my god was she fast. Her body whirled like a hurricane, faster than his eyes could catch, faster than even Bone thought he could spin. Bone lifted up his head, his neck arching around to see his tail lying limp on the ground. Bone chased his tail all the time, sometimes until he puked up his previous meal. Second lunch! Ha, the wonders of being a dog! Yet however many times he did this, it never occurred to him that there might actually be someone faster than him.
A light thump reached his ears, a gently touch to his paws. Bone groaned and snapped his head around, startled by the sudden feel. His glimmering eyes located the standing dog in front of him, watching him as he broke out of his revere. Catching his eye, the female casually lectured, "The real thrill is when the prey can fight back, pup." Bone pulled his head back at the comment, not offended but rather more stunned. His eyes hesitantly traveled lower, down to the limp infamous bird in front of his large paws, its preened white feathers ruffled and matted with thick scarlet blood.
Bone lie in front of her, slack jaw as he picked his head back up. Now that the bitch was closer up, it was easier to see what she looked like. A wolf. The first thing that came to his mind. What else was there to describe her? It was obvious to say the least, that she was definitely a dog though. Her fur was thick hues of white, gray, and black painted her fur. The dog's legs were slim, her body thick, practically like his own. She was a large dog, but she seemed healthy.
After a moment of observations, Bone dipped his head, respectful of this... goddess in front of him. Hey, what could he say? Bone was still very well a puppy. This wolf-dog in front of him, although not even half age yet, just nearly out smarted him, out raced him, and out hunted him all at once. Normally he wasn't so... creative with his word choice, but if anytime at all, now was the time to be a suck up. I was a role Bone played well. The Belgian Malinois pup raised his head to the great sky, eyes shimmering in amazement, not that he had to fake it at all, "Wow! That was... wow, amazing!"
Bone's pink tongue slipped out of his maw as Bone leveled himself to his large paws, standing at eye level to the bitch. Bone didn't bother lowering his tail or ears to her, or even his head. Cocky as he was, but, why should he? The canine, although a pup, did not see himself no lesser than the canine in front of him. Bone's tail though, did wag, however slightly. Back to what she said though. Bone whined lightly at her comment, "Maybe, but would the thrill be worth my while if I got injured?" He tilted his head casual at the gray colored wolf-dog, "But enough of my questions! I go by the name of Bone. It would be my honor to know your name." Yep. A suck up. [/right] ...but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. [/size] w o r d s;; one-zero-six-two
v i c t i m;; Bone
m u s e;; eight
l y r i c a l . m u s e;; none, but I was listening to Dane Cook; ISolated INcident
s t a t u s;; Complete
o h . o h . s e a;; none [/center] |
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Post by tsuya on Sept 8, 2009 13:10:28 GMT -5
nova [/center][/font] Baby, don't return to me
if you think I'm not worth your time
Shes a lady and ladies shouldn't be messed with
Shes a lady and ladies shouldn't be messed with. [/size][/right] The male pup drew his head back and for a moment I thought I had offended him, then quickly pushed the thought from my mind. I was older than him, so offence taken or not, I knew. One may not like the idea of prey fighting back, but it was an instinct-just like with chasing the seagulls. A deer that can run provied a more exhilaratign chase and fufilling kill than one that cannot, though in severe times one must make these amendments. I sat down and waited for his words.
He was a large dog, close to my size. I wondered if he was frightened by my wolf-like-ness, when, indeed, I was not a wolf, but a wolfdog. A Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, to be exact. But I was not one to care for exactness and I figured if strangers thought I was a wolf and avoided me for it was all the better. I had a crest of more flared around my neck that normal wolves didn't have, and right now, it was twirling in the breeze, like thin wisps of smoke in the cold. Shivering beneath my thick coat, I hunched my shoulders until the breeze died down.
He lowered his head in what struck me as bowing. A bit shocked, I cocked my head and looked down on the pup. Indeed, the addage of the word 'pup' was not really intentional but by habit. It takes three weeks to make or break a habit, and this was one that stuck. It seemed like he was bowing to me. I heard him speak, then, and look up at me, his eyes sparkling. I blinked. Nah, I don't deserve that much credit. They look stupid but they're rather smart, rats with wings, smart enough to learn to take advantage of humans. I studied the dog in front of me. And in the first two wingbeats or so in take off, they're very slow. I looked down at my prize and sniffed. Later I would come back for it, then the feathers would easily pull out. I wasn't picky, but feathers give me indigestion.
He stood up and looked me in the eye, not showing any real emotions. Hes been off on his own too long. I thought to myself, seeing his tail wag a little bit. Hes forgotten how to be a dog. But it was humans who drove us to these extremes and away from our natures. I, being closer to the lineage of our father wolves, would probably never lose the instincts and emotions that dogs should show, but this was a pup farther down the line, and of a different breed. He already had, and if he hadn't. it was slowly but surely slipping away.
His next words brought a laugh to my maw, and I nodded slowly. Wise words from one so young. But I don't think he needs the encouragement. I thought, but continued. Indeed, but think. If you had the time and energy, as it seems you do- I added, remembering his full blown thrash down the beack after the gulls, Is it more fun to chase a strong deer or a weak one that will colapse? The injuries do come, true, but it is well worth it. I said. Of course, a smart dog would learn when to draw the line. I added, looking at the pup. No words were truer than that, and I oftentimes let my wild side get control of me and didn't call it quits until I was exhausted or bleeding great quantities of blood.
Woah! His next words almost brought another laugh from me, a laugh of contempt. But I held it in. What a kiss ass. I mean, I've met some ass kissers, but that is one of the kissiest! I was turning back to my normal type, the foul-mouthed loose worded agressive type. I just looked at him. I don't quite know what you're trying to get from me, I said, letting him know I hadn't lost myself to his praise, but I am Nova.
[/size][/font] Here I am, there you go (again)
And we will never be eighteen again (again)
And I'm worn out of fighting and every night you leave crying.
And I could use some time. [/size][/right] breaths; 93o
muse; 7/1o
for; Toki with Bone
mind demon; Nova
theme music; Shes A Lady by Forever The Sickest Kids
epiloge;I like making up words. lols. [/font] |
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Post by »Mocha« on Sept 11, 2009 22:51:51 GMT -5
Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold...
The female wolf dog tilted her head curiously and blinked and Bone's antics. Was he really that odd? Bone blinked back, his milky eyes not leaving her figure in hopes of a response. Although unlike Bone, he desperately wanted to get better. He wanted to be just as fast as her, to actually be able to catch a bird! He would run along the coast and chase them endlessly until he dropped down on the sand panting of extreme exhaustion and wishing for death! Well... maybe not that harsh, but it was the thought that really got Bone excited.
Bone nodded, taking it all in, but why was she telling him this? He wanted to learn, he was very eager to really, but what information did that hold? They looked stupid, but were really smart? So... they were like dogs then! Yeah right, Bone was stuck with believing that they really were rat with wings, and off-white feathers. So Bone sat. And waited. Waited for some answer, something that would actually be useful! Finally, a response...
Oh! Okay, so they were really slow at first, but gained speed? Bone could take that! With renowned excitement, Bone eagerly leaped to his paws resulting in deep mounds of crisp sand to fall on top of his paws. Bone pointedly ignored this, is muzzle held high as his eyes burned with passion for running and chasing, ready for action. His legs were spread, ready to spring at a moment's notice. So long for that wait. The dog seemed to ignore his action though as she lowered her head to sniff the bird she had just recently caught.
The bitch chuckled at his words and nodded. What was so funny? Bone tilted his head curiously. Enough with the past, on with the present! He was ready to chase those rats with wings now! Bone's tail swished to and fro as he whined in a hypnotic state of happiness. Bone tilted his head as she voiced her thoughts. Wise? Young? Bone's maw uplifted at the thought. Ha! Of course he was smart, young too! Bone had to give thanks to nature though, he had learned everything from experience. Even if it didn't seem much sometimes, as he would much rather play, he was still alive and healthy wasn't he?
The Belgian Malinois tilted his flat cranium, his mind churning over the thoughts that she had given him to consider. He did have time, always, and his energy? Never ending. Sure it disappeared, but it always came back later, renewing his sense of adventure and activity. Soon enough he turned back to her words. What would he rather do? Chase a strong deer or a weak one that will collapse? Well of course he knew that answer, a strong deer! Bone did not like the pain that came with it though, in the end he never really caught anything that big though. He had seen a few deer out, but they never really came during the day, especially areas where he wasn't around.
Yet the more he mulled over the thought, the more it made sense. If he actually caught something that big, something that worth while... would it be worth his while? Bone caught the female's eyes at the last mentioning. Draw the line? He knew when to draw the line! Did he? Bone never liked pain in the first place, but he loved the thrill of the chase. Would it be worth it, to get hurt and win something for it? Maybe. Only time would tell. Bone blinked, merging his head away from his thoughts.
Nodding, he turned the word over in his thoughts. Nova. Nova. Nova. Bone's tongue rolled out of his jaw, friendliness gleaming in his milky orbs, "That's a really nice name Nova!" Although her voice was curt, it was tough to. It seemed she had suddenly changed, her demeanor more... formal maybe? Oh well. The thought nor action distracted Bone one bit. Maybe she was a little cold, but a friend is a friend nonetheless and Bone wanted as many as he could have. In the good sort of sense of course.
The rough furred appendage at the end of his rump thumped whole heatedly against the heated crystalline rocks to a beat unheard by others. He panted lightly under the warmth of the rays, his over-layed coat not really helping one bit. If only... there was someway... to take off... my fur. That would look funny though. Bone closed his jaw momentarily, ridding his thoughts of the heat, it would only make it worse. Bone went on, "But yes, I do see what you mean, I guess. I've seen a few deer around these parts, but there aren't many, too many humans I'd have to guess..." He trailed off as his gaze turned about, randomly looking at the passing humans on the beach. Bone cautiously stared at them.
Humans. They were good, weren't they? He wasn't so sure. Bone remembered, when he was so young, so long ago, when he lived with them. He didn't anymore obviously. He didn't know what happened, or what he had done, but it didn't really matter to him. They had left him. Bone had no reason to chase after something that was already gone. Even so, he couldn't help but look upon them like traitors, as if they would all abandon him too. Bone blinked and turned back, not really caring to watch them. It wasn't that he hated them, but rather, ever since he had lost all curiosity about them. If that's the way they wanted to treat him, so be it, Bone was only interested in their weird inventions. And their food. Tasty, tasty food...
...the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul. w o r d s;; nine-seven-six
v i c t i m;; Bone
m u s e;; six
l y r i c a l . m u s e;; Jurassic Park theme song
s t a t u s;; Complete
o h . o h . s e a;; Sorry for the little wait, week's been very busy. IF I don't post during the week from now on, I'll always be sure to post on the weekend. [/center] |
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