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Post by poison on Sept 21, 2009 16:51:03 GMT -5
She peered into the street from a shadowed ally, her ice blue eyes exploring the street, everything was still and quiet. Very cautiously Syanide stepped into the street, the afternoon sun on her back, her red merle pelt seeming quite dull and lifeless, her ribs and spine protuding out from under her skin, it wasnt until her stomach growled at her that she remembered why she had come here in the first place.
She walked silently, following the wall, keeping as close to it as she could manage, following her nose to a place where she hoped there would be food.
She stopped outside an old shop, the windows all smashed in and the door hanging off its hinges, she sniffed around the entrance, it smelled of other dogs, but none had been here in a few days. Hesitantly she stepped into the gloomy store, she pulled the first thing off the shelf she saw, a box of cereal, she tore the box open and ripped away at the plastic until the cereal scattered across the floor. Sya wasted no time, she ate quickly, trying to fill that large hole in her stomach, but a sudden noise caught her attention, she stopped what she was doing immideately, her ears twicthed as the unmistakable sound of paws padding up the pavement and stopping outsdie the shop, touched them.
She left the remains of the cereal littering the floor and darted for cover, she hid under the counter, laying perfectly still as far back as she could be, while she waited for whoever it was to leave.
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Post by »Mocha« on Sept 21, 2009 18:04:49 GMT -5
It's the thought that counts...
Bone happily gamboled down the barren and solemn streets, tongue gawkily jutting out from between the two glistering canines in the front of his maw, a picture of innocence. The avenue lane was deathly quiet and frozen, the only sound being heard was that of the high winds up in the sky. The slight sound of a wavering flag in the distance, the subtle fluttering echoed back to Bone's sharp ears. The sun peeked out from the wispy clouds, the heat from the rays penetrating the thin cloud of gas. Bone's maw widened into a faint pant from the warmth beating down on his rough hide.
The scene was reserved, motionless as if a murder had just occurred. Of course, Bone being a perfectly happy pup, took no notice. He lived life in the fast lane, act now think later. It was the rule of his life, it was too short for one to mull over a simple fact. Thus from experience, Bone was glad to be on the move, just like always. It was the norm for him. Then again, a new friend would be better than the norm any day, but for now, it would do. Bone picked back up to his dainty pace, content with himself for finding this broken area.
Sure it was deserted, sure it was empty, sure it was quiet, sure it was broken down, but he was free and no one could stop him doing whatever he wanted to. As he meandered across the streets, keen nose picking up any and all aromas, Bone took a curious study of this new terrain. The streets were hard, that much was obvious as the hushed clicks of his hardened claws tapped the concrete. Some buildings were tall, over towering him higher than even the others, few reaching the clouds, from his perspective. Although others were just regular shops.
Interesting as they were, all of them were closed, broken down and damaged. All the street lights were dimmed, hanging down as if they would break any moment. Bone swerved around the towering poles. A few signs were still up, but they were rusted, and most of them had tipped over or were already half way down in the middle of collapsing. Bone spied a few human constructions with shattered windows, carefully eying the fractured pieces of glass jutting out from the edges. Doors were rusted and dusted, slowly ebbing away and falling off their hinges.
However, Bone paused, his head picking up from its low hang. Something was there maybe? A flash of cream edged into his vision. Bone's jaw was shut, his lip curled in what might be assumed to be a nervous expression. Ha! Yeah right! Bone may look nervous, but he was never nervous. That's what he told himself. Bone heard a rip of paper, maybe? Hard paper? Whatever it was, Bone heard something rip. His stiff ear twitched at the sound, listening in on the unfamiliar vibrations.
Bone padded forward slowly, curious as to what creature would actually be in one of those human places. He hadn't gone in one since his own humans had ran off to who knows where. They weren't the most pleasant of places as he remembered. Ignorant to the tapping of his hardened metacarpal pad on the pavement, he lightly trotted to the window before stopping. Movement rustled inside. Careful of the glistering glass, Bone leaned his head down and peered in to take a look. Whatever was there before wasn't there now.
A littered box lay ripped on the ground, human food spilling out from its inner contents. So that's what they were. Bone didn't remember what it was called as he was young with his time with the humans, but he knew they were edible. Bone's milky brown eyes darted around the scene. Dust covered everything it seemed, the tables, the counter, the shelves, the chairs, the floor... everything. How old was this place?
Before long though, the thought was erased from his mind as he turned back to why he was even there. The creature. Something, or someone, was here and he knew it. Except, maybe there was a back door, but even so, something had been there a moment ago. A cat? A human? A squirrel? A fox? Maybe it was a dog? Bone tilted his head at the thought, maybe? Bone blinked, mulling over the thought, maybe he should see what it was? It couldn't really hurt could it, and if it was an older, meaner dog, he could just run away...
But what if it was faster than him? Bone sneezed and vigorously shook his worries away. He had been in situations like that before, no need to worry. He was invincible! Nothing could stop him! What could beat him? He was strong and fast and smart and creative! With his new found courage, Bone boldly called in with a clear voice, "Hello? Is somebody there?" But he didn't move.
... but the action that matters. w o r d s;; eight-four-one
v i c t i m;; Bone
m u s e;; eight
l y r i c a l . m u s e;; Just So You Know - Jesse McCartney
s t a t u s;; Complete
o h . o h . s e a;; Hope you don't mind that it's kind of long. ^^; [/center] |
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Post by poison on Sept 22, 2009 16:58:54 GMT -5
Syanide held her breath as the scent of a young male wafted through the shop, he didnt come in, but she could hear him just outside, she bent her head forwards slightly and caught a glimpse of the fawn pup up at the window, she recoiled almost instantly, paws scrabbling at the tiles as she forced herself back so that she was pressing against the wall that the counter was against.
She heard him call out, he didnt sound dangerous, infact he sounded almost friendly, but Sya knew looks were deceiving, and she wasnt going to let down her guard to some pup who had picked up her scent, for all she knew he could be luring her into an ambush.
She lay under the counter, pressed firmly against the wall, muscles all tensed but body shaking, she shifted her weight just a little, and her right hind leg slipped a little, but it was enough to kick a stray piece of cereal out from under the counter right into the younger dog's line of vision. Instinctevly she curled her foot back under herself, she lay there stiffly, just waiting for the familiar sound of paws on the tiled floor, she let her icy blue eyes rest on a small dust pile on the floor in front of her, she breathed in deeply, trying to control the violent shuddering that her body was now going through.
She could feel the thrum of her heart in her chest, beating so wildly that she thought it might just explode from her, she could hear her pulse throbbing away in her ears, she now felt the moisture in her pretty eyes building up as flashbacks took hold of her mind, all she could do now was stay out of sight and hope for a miracle.
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Post by »Mocha« on Sept 27, 2009 17:40:46 GMT -5
Nothing to blush for and nothing to hide, trust in his character felt far and wide.
Silence. That's what reached Bone's ears, simply nothing. But something was there, he had seen something! How could that said thing escaped? Where was there to escape to? Bone had no intention of hurting anyone though, he was a puppy at heart, and he hoped to stay that way. He inwardly scoffed at the idea of territories. Why fight? It's so much more fun to play. At the idea, Bone's tail immediately started an act of wagging, however slightly. It was good to know that his tail shared his best intentions. Soon enough into his thoughts though, a small piece of cereal was swatted into his vision.
Bone tilted his head and jumped a bit in surprise and slightly stepped back. Yow! A small sliver of glass stuck between his back paw. Dark red blood oozed out of the cut, luckily though, it was smaller. However, it would be hard to get out, and it hurt! Forgetting about the cereal, Bone glanced back toward the shop. It seemed all the glass was on the outside, if he could just get in so he could take it out... with that decision made, Bone weighted his body on his left hind leg, hoping it would hold. Quickly without a thought abound landing, which he did not think would do justice to his paw, he leaped over the side.
Before he knew what hit him, Bone ungracefully landed on the title. It wasn't the fact that he couldn't jump, rather that he landed on his paw. A loud yelp escaped his mouth before he could shush himself, "Ow, ow, ow, ow... glass, glass, glass..." Bone growled to himself, annoyed about the glass. But even so, this... creature had captured his interest. Bone held up his nose to the stale air and took a light whiff. All at once aromas reached his nose, both old and new. Food, trash, dust, the usual, but... a dog? So he was right, it hadn't been anything more. Bone's rounded ears stood erect and forward, head tilted, listening for any more sounds.
The quiet sound of breathing reached his ears, and no, it was not his own. He took a light huff of air, gathering all the ideas of this new situation. But first, the glass. Bone carefully slid to the ground, his claws scrapping against the tile, fur roughly spreading on the cold ground. As he reached a full splayed out position, Bone kicked up his hind leg so he could reach the glass. His eyes caught the slight glimmer of the glass that just barely struck out from his hardened pad. As the Malinois soothed the pain with his soft tongue he spoke between licks, not really expecting an answer, "I don't know what I did... or who you are... but I'll just say now that... I don't mean to do anything."
Be he a noble, or be he in trade, this is the gentleman nature has made. w o r d s;; four-eight-seven
v i c t i m;; Bone
m u s e;; five
l y r i c a l . m u s e;; Heels Over Head - Boys Like Girls
s t a t u s;; Complete
o h . o h . s e a;; Short, short, short... [/center] |
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Post by poison on Sept 27, 2009 18:06:49 GMT -5
Sya held her breath as the young dog leapt into the dusty, derelict shop, he suddenly yelped out loud and she wasnt expecting it, she very nearly jumped out of her skin.
She found her breath again, although it was very shallow and coming in short and quick, no doubt he could hear her.
With her large pointed ears dropped back, and another tremor that shook through her body, she looked around as far as she could from her hiding place, looking for some means of escape, another thing that also made her feel more at ease was, any dog bigger than herself was unable to fit under the counter, on the down side, she couldnt see how big this puppy was, if he was any smaller than 20 inches to the shoulder then he could easily fit under, which was why she wasnt taking any chances as she tried to find an escape root.
He then spoke, but it wasnt too her exactly, it was more to the shop room, so he knew she was in here but he wasnt sure where, she didnt trust him, even though his voice sounded truthful and innocent, it didnt mean that he was.
She peered out from her hiding spot, quickly locating the pup licking his paw, then drawed back but just a little too quick, but it was too late to do anything, as something heavy fell off the counter and hit the floor with a loud crash. Now he was bound to find her, she needed an escape, and she needed one fast.
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Post by »Mocha« on Sept 27, 2009 18:37:53 GMT -5
The key to change...
To be lost in the mind is a wondrous thing, it can be serene or it can be dangerous. Of course that's not to say that being lost in thought is bad, but to say it is good would also be wrong in an odd sense. It's like... being a mouse in an endless maze, there are two outcomes. Sometimes the mouses reaches the cheese and finds what it was looking for, or whoever overlooks the experiment will take the mouse out eventually.
The concepts are similar, but they are also different. If one were to be hidden in the depths of their mind, that said being would be wrapped up in a case of memories and thoughts, sometimes good sometimes bad. Even so, it's comforting. It's like the whole world has drifted away, floating on a wispy cloud. In few of the scenic places of the world now a days, you can get lost in these said memories. It's a serene feeling, the way those comforting memories wash away all your worries.
But through all this, there is also a bad touch to the idea. The concept is like one bad apple ruining the rest of the bunch, one bad memory ruins the rest, a sinking feeling of depression. In this case, it's that sinking feeling that leaves you stranded in your memories unless something were to break you from those thoughts. See, that's the thing. It's not the thoughts though, it's the idea of being broken out of them. How could those thoughts be good if it leaves you oblivious to the rest of the world? A few moments after he spoke there was silence. Not really dead silence, he could still hear breathing for sure, but no response. Just as he had thought. It was this though that shocked Bone out of his mindless revere.
Startled, he flinched and his head shot up, his paw still held in the air like the sort of dimwit he was. His head was held back, unsure of what had happened until his eyes settled on a shapeless, brown... thing? Bone uneasily got up to his paws, his hind leg eased off from the pain it had previously been caught with. It was sore, but it would hold, but for now all of Bone's helpless attention was on this creature. What is that? He took a light whiff, picking up the scent of a... something. Curious Bone padded forward, it was animal for sure, but what kind?
Forgetting about the dog in the room Bone went up to the thing and sniffed it. At the sudden sound, the creature jumped up screaming as if hell was going to freeze over. Bone jumped back, a low growl rumbling through his throat. The creature turned to him, it's wide brown eyes staring at him. Whatever it was, its limbs were like, human like it seemed. Though this creature had fur all over it, and the face was a little... different, and it was quiet obvious it was much smaller. The little thing was smaller than Bone!
Seeing this, Bone hackles lowered as he uneasily eyed the creature. Without hesitation, the little thing took off out the broken window screaming profanities the whole way, swinging its limbs seemingly without a care. Confused he murmured to himself, "What the..." Well, whatever it was, it was not bother to him now. Exasperated, Bone shook his head and padded closer to the counter, his thoughts moving away yet again. He knew there was a dog there, this time, he hoped, he would not get distracted. Finally after the many odd situations, he reached the desk. Unsure of what would happen he peeked his head around the corner, "Hello...?"
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Post by poison on Oct 10, 2009 16:50:44 GMT -5
Sya watched from under the counter as the fawn coloured paws padded closer, there was a strange squealing noise and something brown and hairy ran out of the shop on two feet. Sya was uncertain of this strange noisey hairy creature, yet she found herself slightly curious about it.
The paws came closer still, she huddled back as far as she could go and curled herself up, she watched as the paws moved along the floor to the corner of the desk, this dog was obviously looking around the desk trying to find her, it wouldnt be long now before he dropped his head down and found her cowering underneath it. There had to be an escape, there just had to be, she quickly scanned the area of shop she could see, she glanced to her left, quickly noting the position of the unknown dogs paws, she turned her head back to the right, she saw the front door of the shop out the corner of her left eye, if she ran for it she would be caught easy. Finally her icy blue eyes came to rest on a blue door left slightly ajar within the shop, now all she had to do was wait for the right moment before she could make a break for it.
|| OOC || sorry it took so long to reply and sorry its a little short, my muse for this thread is running a little low at the moment ||
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Post by »Mocha« on Oct 11, 2009 20:50:44 GMT -5
Love is what we were born with...
The first thing that shot through his mind? Wow. Boring yes, but truth? I kid you not. She was like an angel, if you could call her that, even if she was older than Bone. Yet of course he wasn't thinking in that sort of manner, rather how soft and pure her coat looked. How interesting it would be for a coat to be that smooth and white, to have those interesting light splatters of red and rustic brown, faded markings. Then again, Bone was quiet content with his own black overlayed fur pattern. He was sure it was hard to blend in with surroundings with a pattern like her own, even so, it astounded him nonetheless.
Her face was smooth and rounded, slightly thin and however old, she looked fairly young if it wasn't for her scent that gave it away. Bone was sure she already knew from experience that she probably already knew exactly how old he was, but he wasn't sure how old she was. Maybe 3 1/2 years? Maybe 4? It was a thought left unanswered within the thin walls of his mind. Her fur was short and smooth, and she was only slightly smaller than him, despite her lean frame. Her coat was smothered in rustic red and brown with dabs of tan here and there like old dried paint, fading out back to its original colors. Except here, it actually looked good. Her eyes were a crystalline blue, lined by an inky black color.
Yet out of all of this, Bone couldn't quiet figure out why she was in the position she was in, it seemed... wrong for someone like herself to be in such a feared manner. Her back was slouched and pushed against the back of the desk, fur splaying in all directions. Her paws were as close to her belly as she could possibly manage and yet still look small. She certainly did look small though. Bone tilted his head, his young, childish voice questioning her acts, but curiosity did manage to poke through a bit to weave into his carefully chosen words, "Why are you curled up like that?" Maybe, not so carefully chosen.
... fear is what we learned here. w o r d s;; three-six-nine
v i c t i m;; Bone
m u s e;; six
l y r i c a l . m u s e;; Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles
s t a t u s;; Complete
o h . o h . s e a;; Short... >.< [/center] |
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