Wanter Heart

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It was simple really. All it took was Bezdomny's asking another dog. Well, that part didn't seem as simple. If only his words didn't sound like some strange overthought mangle of words, maybe he would have found his way here sooner. It took a smart dog to tell him something that the silly rell dog should have known the whole while!

'If you wanna find a dog, then maybe you should look 'round in the dog park.'

Well, Bezdomny was heading there, knowing the place mostly from the sharp scent of dog manure that was never picked up and allowed to dot the grasses. And this is the place where dogs were supposed to play? The Malinois gave a mental shrug, but couldn't shake the displeasure of having to enter a place like this... to find his friend Ecket.

He moved in a perfect gait, overly perfect, with each step calculated and his posture held in an attentive stiffness, as if at any second he could bolt after a rabbit. But he wasn't searching for small prey. He was looking for Ecket.

"Search where for where? My wanter heart does demand it so! With precious praise and long-ago, all the days still roam! My echo devours my mind, send it shooting and falling. Shooting star! I wish! I wish! My wish fulfilled! But when? When is all I ask for, Ecket!"

A few dogs turned their heads to Bezdomny, whose odd words only served to intrigue them momentarily before they continued their frolic.

The poor dog shook his head, "But when?" and he said this to himself in a lost-hearted mumble. His steps started to shuffle, but he refused to fall and managed only to wobble in balance. Finally, he stood still, not wanting to risk any more steps. His mind too dizzying and too wandering... wantering... and too much.

The morning's dew was drying under foot. The fiery early sky seemed to swallow his words and the bright sun climbed towards the pinnacle, and, on its ascent, it laughed at the dog beneath the heavens, searching for that which could never be found. Bezdomny was still cheerful. His pursuit eternal, as was his optimism. However, standing in the same spot, with the same grin on his black face... it was bound to look suspicious.

[isilzheha]

Iza.Namii

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' ' The agonizing barks. The howls of pure rage and hatred. The lifted lip and raised hairs. It was all a dream, I tried to placate to myself. Nay, a nightmare. My muscles quivered, not from fear, but from unease. I sensed him. My ears flickered, their chewn up mass barely visible as they pressed against my skull. My nostrils flared. I was sleeping deeply. I hadn't slept in ages. Mostly because I didn't want to. I didn't want to, because when I did, the nightmares came. They gripped me, locking me into their wicked, hypnotizing grips. I couldn't break free. I was completely oblivious of the world around me, fur bristling menacingly. My bodice kept twitching in all its fraility. I needed to get out of here. I was stuck. I whined to myself, hoping none would hear me. How could they? They were wrapped up in their little world. They had no time for me. Just like they had no time for me before I had escaped that hellhole those two-leggers wanted to call my home. I growled in my sleep, my thoughts still swirling, the darkness edging up, trying to push me into a deeper sleep. I fought it, though, because if I went into a deeper sleep, I knew he would come forth from the deepest recesses of my mind and destroy the world that took me two years to create. To make it perfect. To make it mine. I sensed another nearby, and I began to hyperventilate.

' ' My dull brown hues snapped open, the sunlight pouring into my vision, blinding me temporarily. I couldn't seen the haloed figure as it stood, staring at me with a tongue hanging from its maw, head tilted. Eyes looking stupid. This one couldn't be with the brute. No, he looked too happy. Way too happy. The ones that faked that happiness...you could tell. I flicked my tail, and instantly flashed my fangs. I didn't need this. Though I didn't look much, a quick look from me and most turned tail and walked the other way. I blamed it on the glint in my eye. Others commented on my ratty appearance. Either way, it drove them off. I flicked my chewed up ears, standing on thin, bony limbs. My flanks quivered, and by all appearances I looked ready to collapse. Though be it as it may, I could walk just fine. The brute whined at me, throwing on a playful look. Was he mad? I growled at him, shoulders hunching and wiry muscles tensing. He whined again, only this time turned and trotted off. Quickly. I turned, crania tilting as I perked my ears. I could hear the dogs barking, their owners simply trotting along the nrrow sidewalks. The dogs were barking, growling playfully at eachother. Not a single ounce of darkness. Not a single dab of hatred. Maybe that's why I aimlessly wandered here. I was temporarily safe here. Nay...nobody is safe. Not from him. I flicked my tail, and trembled over to a small tree. I wrapped my side around it, looking around with narrowed eyes. An itch blossomed underneath me, above my ribs. I lifted my leg, using the tree as leverage. I picked at the itch, and my claws raked against my protruding ribs. I snorted to myself, lowering my leg and gazing about, eyes narrowing. I didn't have ticks. No, that was one thing I tried to prevent. My existence must be too dark, too condemned for a parasite to even live upon me. Whatever. I traversed along, trekking along the narrow sidewalk. Humes avoided me, taking one look at my appearance, and moving away. 'She must be a flea-bitten thing. Step away.' So we don't get it on your new track suit? My head jerked, my whole body moving the other way as I shook my head, moving to a few trees. I gazed about cautiously. He could be here. Just as me, none would want to touch him. His fangs were vicious. Nobody wanted to feel their inflicted pain. I shuddered instinctively, shrinking slightly. I was supposed to show no fear. I immediately pushed myself up. I closed my eyes, muzzle and nose twitching as I reassured myself It was still there. It was indeed. I sighed with relief. He wasn't that good, yet, apparently. Just as well.

'Search where for where? My wanter heart does demand it so! With precious praise and long-ago, all the days still roam! My echo devours my mind, send it shooting and falling. Shooting star! I wish! I wish! My wish fulfilled! But when? When is all I ask for, Ecket!'

' ' I turned to the sound, whole bodice jerking, eyes widening at the sudden sound so near to me. I hunkered to the ground, ready to spring and run if need be. To protect It. My ears flattened, but raised as I peered around the tree, eyes lying upon the speaker. Dogs turned their heads, watching him with tilted heads and perked ears, listening to him speak his odd choice of words. I tilted my own head, but whereas the others simply turned and moved back to their petty games, I continued watching him. My eyes narrowed slightly. I was suspicious, for it was a reflex, though as I watched him, I knew deep down he could never be for him. I flicked my torn tail, watching him as he shook his head, mumbling to himself. His paws shuffled then, and he looked ready to collapse. I simply watched on, wondering why. I should be moving. He could be following me, on my trail and gaining swifter than I thought. I never would know such a thing until he was here. And by then, it would be too late. I slipped forth, legs trembling and head lowering. My nose quivered, upper lip twitching as I rounded around the brute, hoping to move past him. I stopped, then, looking toward him. The sun's beams lit him up, and he turned his face to the clouds, watching the skies. In hopes, it appeared. For what? I caught that glimmer in his eyes. I narrowed my own, zeroing in on that look. He looked desperate, but hopeful. Not in a rush. Wait...was I really standing here, profiling a male I didn't know?

' ' I shouldn't even be considering this. For all I know, he really could be with the brute. I wouldn't take the chance. My ratty, worn down pelt bristled as best as the dirt would allow, my usual paranoia sweeping in to take me over. My eyes narrowed again. Maybe...Maybe if he was with him, I could get some answers. I tried to look intimidating as I questioned in my shaky, ominous vocals, "Ecket. Who is Ecket, bastard?" I watched him carefully, eyes flitting to and fro, making mental notes on escape routes, all the while watching for him, and watching the skyward-looking brute before me. I awaited my answer patiently, ears flickering. I had it all down, and briefly I ran back into my mind, locking It and hiding it. They would never find it. It was safe.

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Muse;; Eh. Low-Medium.
Thoughts;; Posted. This was pretty much rambling, though.
Word Count;; 1,213
Puppet;; Izanamii

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His eyes were skyward yet. His mind was skyward as well and in the clouds, he dreamed. The Malinois' dreams were flowing like honey, slow and easy, sweet and golden. And his daydreams had him finding his friend, his Ecket. Waiting yet; the day had to be coming, surely?

She approached he, Bezdomny, with a heavy mind like a cold storm. And the dog, his name Homeless, his situation, the same, did not notice her presence until her voice shattered the fragile silence. It was a rather sudden interjection into his sparkling imaginings, bright with hope. However, the irony was that the hope was never destined to be fulfilled.

He slowly lowered his muzzle, until his nose pointed towards the earth and he stared at her with his eyes peeking up and his crown facing hers. Sclerae crescent-mooned his eyes, brown and gentle, he asked in a small, bright voice, almost puerile, "Waiting for Ecket. Searching for Ecket. His steps are unfollowable; his voice unheard-of. And still, I follow him. And still, I listen for him." Despite the newly arrived bitch's ill choice of words, the dog seemed unaffected, as if she spoke candied words to him.

Bezdomny tilted his head and in his lilting voice, he peeped, "Anyways, if you'd like, I can introduce you to him." And the Malinois didn't ask for her name, knowing his personal guarantee to forget it. He didn't give his own, afraid that she'd give hers. And so, in his mind, he named her a name which he thought matched her ragged appearance. A name which would match her honeyed voice, as he had heard a sweet voice escape her lips. And he whispered her name in his mind; the name that he thought of. A name that he would always remember because it was his creation and all knew that the creator never forgot his creations.

Diaphanu-Sari. And he named her. His mind saw her as an agent of heaven, and so he named her as if she were.

[isilzheha]

Iza.Namii

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' ' The children played with their puppies, the adults jogged with their dogs. They all made sounds around me, and I simply pricked my ears and watched the dog with wide, flitting hues. He didn't seem to heed my words. I watched as he kept gazing skyward before lowering his crown and gazing at me. Despite my words, his eyes were bright, his vocals the same. 'Waiting for Ecket. Searching for Ecket. His steps are unfollowable; his voice unheard-of. And still, I follow him. And still, I listen for him.' I narrowed my eyes. What fur I had left bristled. That was not what I had asked. I did not take kindly to being evaded. However, I preferred it, for then I didn't deal with the others. I flicked my tail, shoulder jerking as I said harshly, "I did not ask what you were doing, brute." I didn't elaborate on what I had asked him. He had to of known. Nobody ignored me easily. I was indeed hard to ignore. My scratchy, jumpy vocals and ragged appearance did not pass by many eyes undetected. I waited for him to reply. He did not. I was groiwn g more and more impatient by the second.

' ' He finally managed to reply to me after some time, his words slipping from his jowls. 'Anyways, if you'd like, I can introduce you to him.' My eyes widened a little more, and I began to shake my head. Introducing usually meant going somewhere. And if that somewhere was beyond here, he could be waiting. Perhaps this was a canine working with the bastard. My eyes narrowed then and I shook my head violently. I stopped and studied him. "Introducing...No. Wait. Yes. No." I shook my head, turning it to the side, looking at the brute sideways in indecision. I finally came to one. "Introduce him...is he here, in the park? In your head? Where is he? I don't want to meet him if he's not here nearby. No. No, no." I shook my head as emphasis. I didn't need to be leaving here anytime soon if it meant I would see him. He would crush it all. I would have nothing left like I had before. Or hadn't before. Whatever.

' ' I watched the brute, and then I began to pace, once fluid muscles flexing as I moved in jerky, deliberate steps. I would not be leaving this place. That much I could tell anyone. I tilted my head, listening to the sounds around me. My eyes scanned the terrain carefully, picking apart the sights and sounds. Just in case. I wasn't taking any chances. My eyes rested back on the brute.

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Muse;; Eh. Low
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Puppet;; Izanamii

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Brute. She had called him a brute. Was he being brutish? Was he pillaging a villaging village or sorts of that sort? The dog wagged his tail justly so, his mind non-forseen. His mind, nothing but a canvas, spewed upon with paint. So many colors, but there was only the abstract. And in a gasp of air, Bezdomny surfaced. His mind fell from the lofty heavens. Silence was not a virtue among new friends. Bezdomny needed to speak! He gave a sudden bark after his gasp, and looked around, slightly embarrassed. It did surprise him that he could feel a small touch of shame.

Still, he needed to figure out this brute thing before Ecket came. He needed to make a good impression. But he was just about to pounce the answer, that brute was simply what the female called all males, when his mind switched channels, forcing him to tell her about his friend, Ecket, and when he was to arrive.

"Diaphanu-Sari!" And it only made sense to Bezdomny's mind to say that. Such a mangle of words, it sounded like a spell rather than a name. "I must tell you! Ecket is coming! We only have to wait! Truly, truly…" The poor dog could wait for an eternity and never meet his friend. There was things that were and things that were not. Ecket belonged in the category of the latter. A state of perpetual waiting. "Yes! Just wait! You'll see! If he doesn't come today, it will be tomorrow!" And Bezdomny neatly sat down, before standing up.

Because suddenly, the light-bulb in his mind clicked from the problem before, though the answer was hardly the same. He completely forgot his Ecket and focused in on the way that she had called him a brute, when of course, he had done nothing to deserve such an adjective! The dog wagged his tail! "I am not Brute!" he called out in happy, lilting notes. "I am Homeless!" And he gave his name's translation rather than his name itself. He shook his head, "Homeless, Homeless, Bezdomny." And he shook his head again, "Bezdomny, yes." And he nodded to himself. "Yes." His words seemed to become murmurs and mumbles and it seemed that he had forgotten her existence.

Then, Bezdomny jumped up when he noticed her walking. He called out, "Diaphanu-Sari!" And he stopped, she was merely pacing. He gave a sigh of relief, but the stress was still evident in his words--which hardly made much sense. "I thoughten-think sure-for, that again this waiting-out had to resume in dire, frigid loneliness… Lorn for thoughts… ever, ever, ever…" Bezdomny smiled and said, "Happy! Diaphau-Sari, you look like an angel…" while wagging his tail in a blur. First hint that the strange phrase was what he named her. And it was a habit of his--to give others names… mostly because that was the only sort of thing he could remember.

[isilzheha]

Iza.Namii

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' ' He gasped as if he had been under the surface of water, drowning with no life guard to save him. I jerked to the side, eyeing him suspiciously. He was acting quite strangely. Not like one of His subordinate fools. Nay, he was not the usual brute to be by his side. Even so, I would not let my guard down. I stepped back as he barked, looking frustrated, searching for words. Then he finally gave something to the world. 'Diaphanu-Sari!' I jerked my head to the side, tilting it, shoulder jerking involuntarily as a child passed a few yards away, laughing uproarously. It felt like a stab to my side, a thorn of annoyance in my mind, the prickling of some unwanted feeling creeping along my spine as I stood, backing away and shaking my head lightly. Then the child passed, its sounds dissipating into the air. No, this was not the place. No, no. Not the place at all. I looked around, frantically searching for a safe exit. Not finding one. My head jerked back around, wide eyes searching the facade of the overly calm brute. His next words came quickly, almost protesting my disdain and disbelief. 'I must tell you! Ecket is coming! We only have to wait! Truly, truly…' he kept right on, unrelenting in his flow of words. 'Yes! Just wait! You'll see! If he doesn't come today, it will be tomorrow!' I shook my head. He had spoken something before his cascade of words. A name, it seemed. Was he calling me that? I shook my head at my own thoughts. Oh come now, little she-bitch. He could be with him. Just you wait and see. I looked around for the source of the voice, making sure it was in my head.

' ' No! Don't wait and see which side he is on. If you do, it may be too late. Don't listen to that intuition, pup. Pup? I shook my head, disagreeing entirely with that statement. I was no pup. And I wasn't about to sit around and be plagued by decisions against that monster of a canine. Just ignore them. Stay! Find out for yourself. You're such a wimp. Maybe it wasn't voices. Maybe it was my creation. No...nothing so annoying, so impure, could ever be created by me. I have created something, and it is beautiful. Untouched by the tainting paws of the world. I am free when I go there. I am invincible. But right now, I'm hiding it. I flicked my tail, watching the brute as he began to sit down. Then he shot back up, eyes wide, earnest. His vocals were loud and exclaiming, his tail wagging. 'I am not Brute!' I lifted my brow, flanks twitching, itching to leave this crowded place for good. 'I am Homeless!' Homeless...Weren't they all? All of us canines are homeless. The words were too much. 'Homeless, Homeless, Bezdomny.' Besdomny. No. Bezdomny. Why did it matter? I could not stay. It is not safe. No, no. Never safe. Never safe. I felt like a robot, repeating myself. A tool to the world. Only to die off alone. That is how I want it? I gazed at the brute with loathing, crazed hues, feeling a sudden urge to roar, scream, tear something up. Anything. Anything! To get out of here, anything. Nothing was holding me back. Nothing. So why did I linger? He was not done speaking. Maybe that was why. Maybe...just maybe.

' ' 'Bezdomny, yes. Yes.' His words died off into a fine mumble. The drone of the world around me increased. Too much for my tastes, let me tell you. He jumped, then, as my pacing increased. 'Diaphanu-Sari!' His cry was the wailing of the undead, reaching across the river of Styx. Trying to get free from their eternal torment. I stopped, hair standing on end, sides heaving as my breathing increased. My nostrils flared, eyes searching around me. I didn't know what to say. What was I supposed to say? I let my ears slide back. I watched him relax, his frame sagging as he realised I was not leaving. 'I thoughten-think sure-for, that again this waiting-out had to resume in dire, frigid loneliness… Lorn for thoughts… ever, ever, ever…' I shook my head. "What do you want from me? You are a subordinate. A damnation to my very cause. I cannot...will not. No. Will not stay. Not with a messenger of the other brute. You will me to stay to meet your friend. Your friend is not Ecket. He is Isilzheha...He is the bastard. Bastard. Nothing more." I growled the words, though it was light and disconnected. "Nothing less." I watched him, his smile stretching across his maw as he said, wagging his tail more. 'Happy! Diaphau-Sari, you look like an angel…' I snaked my head back, nose crinkling. He was blind. In the mind's eye, he was blind. I watched him carefully and said flatly, blackly, my vocals frayed, "You are as blind as a bat." I shook my head, taking a step back, head shaking faster as I drawled out, "Cannot stay...cannot stay." I could not. Or was I just telling myself such thingS?

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Muse;; Eh. Could be better.
Thoughts;; Posted! Sorreh for teh wait...truly.
Word Count;; 889
Puppet;; Izanamii

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Bezdomny let his tongue hang out in a bright expression. His tail wagged behind him in a happy blur, and his entire body seemed to radiate with his friendly--though shattered--mind. The odd dog shook his head again, trying his best to understand what she wanted while trying to understand what he wanted.

"No, no Diaphanu-Sari, please stay, you see… You see! I mean, I know who my friend is. Ecket. His name is Ecket, not… uh…" Bezdomny gave a screwed face, unable to recall the name that the female had just shared. He smiled wider, "Not… another name. His name is Ecket, simply, purely, precisely. His moniker, shared by no other and no other sharing his moniker--my friend is he. Friend to Bezdomny. Friend to Homeless. Friend to me." Bezdomny nodded quietly to himself, thinking that he had made himself kindly clear. The dog jumped onto his feet and sat down and jumped to his feet. He seemed unsure about whether to sit or stand.

And the fact that she wanted to leave left Bezdomny with broken heart. The poor dog gave a sigh, a long sigh and tried to explain himself. "But please. Ecket shall be your friend as well. Please remain juxtaposed here side-a-side. Please, light angel, I know what my eyes see. Heavenly… heavenly." Bezdomny suddenly, but shyly took a place close to the female. He wanted to be close to her.

"Loneliness is so painful. At least stay til Ecket arrives." He gave a frown, suddenly half aware of how long the waiting had been. Days and days. No maybe years. Time hardly existed for Bezdomny. Time stopped existing when you were waiting. The dog wagged his tail, almost a bit afraid to admit how long he had been waiting. How long… he had been alone.

When was the first day that he turned around and left his family? His friends? Did he even start with family and friends? The odd dog shook his head side to side, not knowing how odd it would look to the female that he had suddenly jumped beside. There were pesty thoughts in his head and he was angry at them, yet his face wore that perpetually silly smile. "Please, please." And Bezdomny smiled wider and gave a glare to his right forepaw, then a soft gaze up to Izanamii then back to his paw, then up to Izanamii, then to his paw. "Did you know lonely dogs say that life is futile?"

And then, Bezdomny forgot his plea for her to stay. He looked at her, his mind switching channels from pathetic to curious, and he asked, "Why leave? Leaving is lonely for you as well."

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((Also! I know that maybe Bezdomny invading her personal space may-well set her off hehehe. You can attack him, rip him up if you want. Just no death. However, you don't have to hurt him if you don't think Izanamii doesn't want to hurt him.))

[isilzheha]

Iza.Namii

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' ' The time was nigh for me to depart. Run away, away, and never look back. Then again, if this bastard brute was in cahoots with Isilzheha, that's what he would want. A chase. A taste of excitement. A flare of anticipation as the catch was just outside his sneering, ugly maw. No, no! I would not give him the satisfaction. I continued to pace, shifting my weight as I watched the brujen sit with his tongue lolling out like a giddy pup seeing a bright ball roll past him. 'No, no Diaphanu-Sari, please stay, you see… You see! I mean, I know who my friend is. Ecket. His name is Ecket, not… uh…' I watched him with slightly narrowed eyes. Was he feigning ignorance? What a pitiful tool. A pawn in the game. Did he think I was oblivious to this technique. Wrong. You got a'nother thing coming, you happy-go-lucky brute. Yeah, you tell 'im. He can't just go off and do something like that. Look at 'im! He's sitting there struggling over a name he knows as clear as a crystal. Crystal clear. I know, bitch. I know! No need to tell me twice. I watched the brute as he grinned wider, stupid eyes looking at me. 'Not… another name. His name is Ecket, simply, purely, precisely. His moniker, shared by no other and no other sharing his moniker--my friend is he. Friend to Bezdomny. Friend to Homeless. Friend to me.' Of course we were all homeless. Bezdomny. That was his name. I had already acknowledged that, haven't I? I flicked an ear, bodice trembling, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. The dogs were still leaping and romping about with not a care in the world.

' ' I watched on as he uncertainly stood, began to squat and sit back upon his haunches, stand again. A never-ending cycle. I watched all of his movements with an air of suspicion, eyes slightly narrowed, zeroed in on him. He sighed, then. A long, drawn out sigh that made me take a step back. Was he finally tired of my ignorance to the point of revealing himself? 'But please. Ecket shall be your friend as well. Please remain juxtaposed here side-a-side. Please, light angel, I know what my eyes see. Heavenly… heavenly.' Indeed I was wrong. My lip twitched. I was not heavenly. The only thing with me that was heavenly was It. I was no angel. I was no redeemer of souls. I flicked my tail, my haunches quivering as I stood, slightly crouched. "No, no. You do not understand, brujen. Or maybe you do, and you're putting it off like you don't. I am no fool. No fool." My voice was frayed, clipped, the voice of a tired, empty shell. My dirty hackles began to rise halfway as I watched him come closer. Was he...indeed he was. I felt him as he sat beside me. Invading my space. My hackles rose, touching his own unintentionally. He knew! An alarm sounded off in my head, blaring through my bodice. Racking it wityh tremors of anger. My tail lashed, and my mind screamed for me to retaliate. To get away from him. 'Loneliness is so painful. At least stay til Ecket arrives.' That's not the only thing gonna be painful. Git 'im, you little runt, git 'im! The voice screamed at me, the face of an innocent infant peering at me through the windows of It. The child's face was contorted into a grimace of pure rage. The child. The child, child, kid. Innocence will never last. "Your innocence will never last, you soul-eating harlot!" The words snarled out of my maw, which was contorted with anger. Not at the brute sitting beside me. But at the child. The brute was nothing more than a vacant memory.

' ' I had to get her out of there. She didn't belong in there. I snarled inwardly to myself, looking off into the trees with distant eyes. Thr girl was gone in a flash. My lip fell, and I let my ears rise up halfway. Good. She would never be there again. 'Please, please.' Please what? Is that you, you heart-hungry little wench? Nay, it was not her. She was gone for good. For good. I turned my head slowly, feeling a slight breeze on my tail. It was the brute, sitting so close. So close! The alarm went off again, and I growled to myself. No, more to him. Trying to warn him off. If this went on any longer, sooner or later Isilzheha will come leaping from those shrubs, closing in on me. And I would be a helpless little rabbit, a brute to my back, and a brute to my front. They would begin circling, watching me. Waiting, oh forever waiting. Like hawks, like vultures, getting ready to pick their prey's bones clean. Oh no. That could not happen! I snarled louder, but the brute did not hear me. But of course. He was still talking. 'Did you know lonely dogs say that life is futile?' I growled at him as he looked from forepaw to me, that foolish little grin spreading on his maw. I did not respond to him. What was there to say? I needed to get out! I growled and snarled, baring my fangs at him. He would not leave. Fine. So be it. Why had I not done this in the first place?

' ' 'Why leave? Leaving is lonely for you as well.' Is it really? I snarled then, and began to react. "You would never understand why I have to leave. But I understand why you have to leave." He's prying. On top of invading your space, he's prying! Good Lord, kill him now! I took that advice. The advice from a sweet, soothing voice. I snarled and leaped back. As I was doing it, I let my teeth slash at his shoulder. I could have easily gotten his neck. I could have. I howled with my snarling, having leaped back at a great distance. My hackles were raised, my bodice trembling so noticably. My wide, glinting hues flitted around. The brutes and bitches of the park had stopped to stare. The playing had stopped for those in our immediate area. The owners even stopped to watch me. "What if she has rabies? Look at the way she's shaking! Her teeth! Oh, look at her teeth! We must get Fido out of here." You two-faced humans. I ignored them, pressing my paperthins against my skull, watching the brute. "You will never understand..."

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Muse;; Eh. Could be better.
Thoughts;; POSTED! And She might get him a few times, though she'll be all...confused and weird and stuff. xD GAWD. Sorry for making you wait. >.<
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Puppet;; Izanamii

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Poor Bezdomny. The female's scattered words could hardly sink into his off-color mind. He shook his head once et twice before falling into a state of give-uppance. He tried to speak as she did, but felt out of line and so stopped before he did. With wide, empty eyes he watched her muzzle and her ears and tail. But he did not hear the words drop from her tongue. In fact, the world was silent to Bezdomny. A grand world of yellows and blues. And the dog simply watched, amazed that every word he spoke seemed like an insult to her.

Bezdomny was being a bad boy? But he had to explain himself--especially since the female didn't call him Bezdomny. She called him strange things like brujen. What was that supposed to mean? The Malinois' ears gave a nervous look, held at an odd angle--perpendicular to the ground on the left ear and completely back on the right. He would have told her that his name wasn't brujen. He was going to anyways, but in his temporary silent world, her next action shocked him.

She raked vicious fangs across his shoulder. Bezdomny let out a yelp and whimpered quietly. No, no, despite most Malinois having the claim to fame of being proficient and even deadly fighters, Bezdomny knew nothing. He had absolutely no technique and his mind couldn't even fathom hurting another creature. Yet. He couldn't run away as well. Not when there was the chance that Ecket could come. The friend for whom the dog had been searching for all of his life.

And she told him that he had to leave. That was the one thing that Bezdomny could not do. He was anchored here--just until he dreamed up a new place to hang around to wait for his friend. And her urging of him to leave--coupled with that seemingly out-of-nowhere attack--were worms in Bezdomny's brain. Writhing awkwardly and begging him to take a stance for once instead of drifting in a half daze half dream life.

Still he whimpered, but he had the naivety to say, "No… I can't leave." He turned his head to lick the gash in his shoulder. "I'm waiting for Ecket. He's my best friend. Diaphanu-Sari, waiting next to you is painful, but I want you to stay. To hear your echo flect-back from an empty sky--that's more painful." And he turned pained eyes to the brute who attacked him, and another thought caught his mind like a shiny object in the eye of the magpie. "Oh yes. And my name is Bezdomny, not brujen." It was more or less a halfway hint that he could not, for the life of him remember her name. And he would, gladly, like to try, but that would consist of her sharing her name again. And again.

Bezdomny cast his vacuous glance around, seeing the humans were leaving the park. Their faces muddied into each other. To the odd dog, all humans looked the same. And their dogs looked the same too: fat, dumb, and happy. Still, they were leaving and it did fill Bezdomny with a stark sense of loneliness. They were leaving him with this dragon of a dog. And still, he thought of her as an angel.

Consistent with his first plea, yet level headed in that odd and stupid sort of way, the Malinois said clearly, "Definitely stay. Yes. Yes. Yes." He nodded deeply to each yes before turning his head around to nurse his shoulder. Then he turned back to face her, attentive and with stupid eyes.

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