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Post by nucks on Dec 24, 2009 9:28:00 GMT -5
Bezdomny
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW FAITH TASTES LIKE THE SKY • • • ◊ • • • Limpid scully, where oh where are those precious days of long ago? How fleeting they are! And so, without a thought and without a mind, all must scurry onward. With nothing to spare but the scribbling of God, Bezdomny walked on, paws slick from walking on pavement, on paved road. It was high time his cat-feet touched something other than a man-paved road. And here, he duly touched the interesting leaf litter underfoot. And, as if to feel more, he went as hare-footed as he could, but then just lay down.
So sweet, oh sweet. The filter sun gaze glittered a glittered upon it all. With smiling face and happiness that a dog knows as facelicks. Bezdomny smiled to himself because he had been getting a bit overheated in his constant search.
He knew that in this lovely forest was no Ecket, but there was also shade and for now, shade was more reasonable than forever. He shut his dark eyes and raised a merry tune that wove in and out of the trees.
"The little wren huddled up to kiss those stars at night.
Her small wings fly-a-fluttered, she flew. Withal, her might
Was much too small to even touch the fabric of sky
And as she grew weary, she fell, singing "Why,
God, oh Lord, are my wings so small and weak
That I cannot live the dream that I so wanter seek?'
The earth below looked hard and flat and promised instant death
The little wren shut her eyes and drew a sharp premonitory breath.
She imagined herself crushed against the lovely ground
The flowers sang to come merrily and she knew her fate was found
So, crushed, well, that didn't happen, much to be believed so right!
A cat caught the little wren mid her happenstance fall from flight." You can't duck a voice which such a merry soul within it. But you can marvel at the treachery between the happy notes. And Bezdomny's sharp memory had heard this song from a long and wretched time ago. It was not a human song, but that of a hunting dog singing his woes because he wanted to taste a songbird.
Bezdomny rolled back to his stomach. "I bet, so far and so much with every scilly of my body, that Ecket, my friend so does wish to wish the flavor of a songbird." And the Malinois hopped to his feet, his square proportioned build had great balance, but the Malinois who steered such a glorious birthright did not. Bezdomny fell again and decided that in the cool forest, with the barely sun filtering through and the summer leaves emerald above him. This was a good place to sleep. And he tucked his nose into that pocket between his hindleg and his body and finally, tumbled mentally until he freefell into sleep.
• • • ◊ • • • Words?! four-hundred-eighty-two Music?! n/a For Whom?! Anybody Notes?! I wrote the poem.
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Post by Panic.Rose on Dec 28, 2009 20:22:17 GMT -5
Lower lows, higher highs
Get it, get it, go until you get it right
And I hope you find it
What were they searching for this time? A place to rest, to hunt, to play? Panic didn't know. She never really did know where they were going and for what reason anymore. She and Dean, her constant companion, just went where whim took them, where their paws carried them.
The leaves crunched under Panic's small white paws as she swiftly and gracefully walked along, her ears erect, and her eyes swiftly, fearfully scanning the area.
Shelter me oh genius words
Just give me strength
Just to pen these things
And give me peace to well her wings
'What's this, this scent? It's strange and it is new. What do I do with it?'
The thoughts thundered in her skull and she looked down at Dean. His little black nose wrinkled. It was funny to see, but she didn't want to smile. There was a confict in her mind. Run for the hills, or fight like the devil was willing her to.
The Devil or the Angel?
Fight or Flight?
Oh, her choices were so hard to make, and she lifte each of her feet, on stilt-like legs, in a panicked impatience. Dean knew what was wrong, and he softly uttered the words she needed desperatly to hear. Her heart raced, beating faster than most dog-hearts should. It wasn't healthy.
"Don't worry, Panic. I smell it too. Just another dog. No fear," Her friend's voice was smooth, calming, instanly slowing down her racing heart-beat. If Dean said it was alright, it had to be.
If not, he was in trouble.[/font][/color][/size] 
The leaf-litter came up pretty far on the Corgi-mix, and he plowed on through them like they were air. He kept in tune with Pani, listening to her and closely watching his charge's every move.
She jerked to a stop and so did Dean. She scented the air, eyes wild like a frightened mustang, just as ready to bolt or attack like a wild horse might. Her head tilted back down and she looked into his eyes. The brown orbs were filled with terror. The dog nearby must be a male for her to appear so spooked.
He could her her heart race, could see her paws lift in indescion.
"Don't worry, Panic. I smell it too. Just another dog, No fear."
And Dean plunged forward, coming upon a dozing Malinois. He didn't look very scary. More like just as tired and confused as he and Panic were.
"Hey, Sweetcheeks. Could you stay awake for a moment longer. Panic and I can't make friends if they're all sleeping, can we?"
He knew, as soon as he said it, that Panic's willowy voice would lift in song. Probably something she'd heard on the radio while they traveled. Somehow the lyris always fit the situation. Dean never knew how she did it.
"Stay awake
Get a grip and get out, your safe
from the weight of the world just take
a second to set things straight
I'll be fine
even though i'm not always right
I can count on the sun to shine.
The dedication takes a lifetime,
but dreams only last for a night."
Dean turned his head to look at Panic.
"You are truly a terryfying creature, my dear." He chuckled."Thank you." She whispered back, still nervous as a hare. [/center][/font] |
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Post by nucks on Dec 28, 2009 22:21:57 GMT -5
Bezdomny
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW FAITH TASTES LIKE THE SKY • • • ◊ • • • Dreaming o f whatever, wherever, and the Bezdomny cuddled sleepily. Something happened in his wandering wondering within the dreamer’s world. He wisped in and out of imagination. He felt gladness in a demon’s maw and felt anger in the heaven’s chord. Dreams were such a funny thing. And such, he became a wisp of a spirit, and moved in his head as he looked for his Ecket.
The small wisper didn’t whisper anything further than a moment’s gone. And he reached out and out and out until his nose was outstretched like a racehorse and he reached a star.
“ECKET!”
He woke up with a gasp. Like breaking the surface of the water. He jumped up and was frantically looking around. He paced nervously while whining, licking his nose all the while. And then, empty eyes cast a vacuous gaze upon the pair. He didn’t seem to see them, but seemed to stare past them. His eyes seemed blind to all things and he walked close to them before a flash of intelligence whispered in his eye—but only a whisper and only a second long.
“What if there could be what there always could be and my friend danced for me, and came to me, just as he should? If you want to wait, you should, but to stop waiting… Would he think me impatient?” Bezdomny’s watery voice, gentle in flow and off in prosody, flittered through. He looked at the shorter dog. “What is this! Ha! I see a new sight! A dog sawed at the knees! Do you sigh when you look up to me?” He chased his tail and then refocused on the female. Glaringly, he jumped close to her.
“What is this then?” And he leaned forward and more forward until he touched her ear. “Hey, hey. What if there could waffle, the wahhhh. I want to know! Where is my Ecket? Wither I know. Whether I don’t. Give me a new mission. I was close. Where did you put him!” And Bezdomny raised his hackles before he tilted his head very confused and bounced around in play-bows.
• • • ◊ • • • Words?! three hundred and fifty-three Music?! Rhinestone Cowboy For Who?! anyone still  Notes?! Bezdomny just woke up. He's a bit confused.
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Post by »Mocha« on Dec 29, 2009 15:54:02 GMT -5
 Caw!
Blink.
Blink.
Oh how did she find herself here, in this place? Her paws were sore and ached with blisters from the numbing heat beating down on her fur. Damn this fur, damn the blackness that wrapped her body. Though wracked with heat, she narrowed her dark eyes up at the tree tops where the bird perched upon the slim branches. The bird stared back diligently, its beady eyes watching her as its small head twitched like... well like a bird.
Caw!
Cleo watched the bird as it clicked its beak, a metallic sheen glinting under the sun rays. The border collie uneasily raised her lip, her eyes flashing with nervousness. Just a bird just a bird... but a bird with a very, very sharp beak. Her stomach rumbled, racketing with hunger. For a moment, she thought she could try. Her muscles tensed up, eyes sharply locked on the bird, ears slightly perked... but it wasn't worth the risk, Cleo would have to find some other prey.
A sigh left her maw just as she took a last glance at the light-boned creature. With a light, disgruntled snort, she swung her head around and dragged her paws deeper into the cool forest. The light breeze tussled with her lengthy fur creating small series of knots. The smooth, summer leaves ripped up beneath her claws as she moved on, her gait snappy yet quiet. She had to find something, there was no way she'd be able to br- ”ECKET!”
Cleo froze in her tracks, one paw held up in the air, eyes intense in search as she swiveled her head around trying to place the voice. Who said that? Where did the voice come from? … who's Ecket? Maybe Ecket was just a language... well, it sounded like a funny way to say something. Blinking, Cleo quietly scooted forward, the shade and brush slightly camouflaging her along the way. Maybe she would run into whoever said that? Nervously, she dabbed her nose with her tongue, whiskers trembling in anticipation.
If someone was in trouble... or maybe more than one dog? … or animal? Cleo grumbled, this was unneeded and certainly not the right time. Maybe it would be better to just avoid whoe- “-close. Where did you put him!” Cleo blinked, head tilted, lips pulled up the slightest bit as her teeth glinted and hackles rose. Well damn, guess there was no avoiding it. All the while grumbling with her mind in turmoil, Cleo padded forward to find herself in a quiet odd position as she spied upon the 3 canines.
One canine to which she recognized as a breed of working dog it seemed—thin legs but well built muscles, was... very confused. He hopped around, hackles raised, and eyes seeming confused. The other two stood aside watching him. They were a curious pair, a larger dog—collie, and a smaller, fluffier.... mix. Cleo tilted her head to the side, her expression rather annoyed, so she simply said, “Hello.” Let them think what they want, but... what was happening?
c o u n t! five-one-one
m u s e! three/ten
n o t e p a d! D8 It's decent.
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Post by Panic.Rose on Dec 29, 2009 18:45:38 GMT -5
Panic's head tilted in obvious confusion, one white limb still held in the air, paw hanging. This strange dog had shot up faster than a rocket, it's eyes more wild than her own chocolate browns. Her ears twisted and turned and her expression was mixed.
"What in god's name is he talking about?" She thought, her mind still eratic and flying faster than a bird. She looked around before giggling at the new male.
"Sawed off at the knees? That..that one's brilliant right there, Dean! My goodness, this guy cracks like a whip."
A nervous giggle erupted from her throat again, a sign that she wasn't really entirely there. It would scare away most, but this oddity only moved closer, into her bubble.
The Smooth Collie yelped and growled as Bezdomny lept towards her and she snapped at his face, missing it by barely a centimeter with her sharpened white teeth. Her entire body shook, her body language stating he'd lept right over the line.
"I...I don't know." She whimpered loudly, taking a step backwards. "I don't know what you mean." She covered her eyes with a paw. "Go away." She cried softly.
This was terryfying. Oh, she'd known it was a bad idea to follow that scent. What would they do now?!
What would she do?
Dean chuckled softly, the sound rolling around the small space. His ears stood erect, though, as the strange dog lept around. He was jumpier than Panic and much more eccentric. It didn't frighten him one bit. Dean embraced, quite often, what everyone else found odd. Exhibit A: Panic.
"Sorry, Sweetcheeks. I don't know your friend, but I'm sure he won't mind waiting." Dean's voice floated out of his mouth silkily, partially to answer the scatter-brained male and partially to calm Panic down. It didn't work and she lashed out at Bezdomny, barely missing him.
Jumping at her hadn't been the best idea. That dog was lucky he wasn't hurt, but then again, he probably didn't even notice Panic's flurried movements, her signs of fear.
"Hello."
"Hello, Darling."
Dean turned slowly to face a slightly peeved-looking Border Collie.
"You seem to have stumbled upon our little crazy-train. Well, those two are...I'm perfectly sane...just a bit on the short side." [/center][/size][/font] |
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Post by nucks on Dec 31, 2009 21:49:14 GMT -5
Bezdomny
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW FAITH TASTES LIKE THE SKY • • • ◊ • • • A border collie loped into the clearing. The day was hot and considering the number of areas with tasteful shade—it was understandable that this small place so easily became a social aggregate. The filter-rays of the sunshine shimmered on the stiff hairs of all the dogs, for these were not poof-poof Bichons. These were all dogs with work in their veins. Either the job of herding or of other things…
Bezdomny didn’t expect the Smooth Collie to go so crazy from his close encounter with her. And he was using close encounter quite loosely. He knew that he was being invasive, but he thought that most dogs would pardon his invasiveness when they realized he teetered on the feathered fence ‘tween insanity and good sense.
But she spun herself into a little hurricane. Bezdomny, while the fact that he was completely not the correct temperament for a working police or military dog, was a Malinois bred in working lines and his quick reflexes and unflinching face dodged her flurries. However, one was a bit too close, as it parted the hairs on his shoulder, marking the almost-gash he would have gotten from the roman-nosed dog.
Bezdomny smiled; his lips were pulled back in a silly snarl. It was evident though, by his bright, yet empty eyes, that he was smiling rather than growling at the dogs that had gathered ‘round. But he loved the interesting fear that this female presented. She seemed to think that he was a demon of some sort. And it brought him much entertainment.
But he raised his head and saw that the two other dogs were conversing as if this was simply a sunny day with nothing going on out of the ordinary. Then again, herding dogs were usually of seedy times and of rather strange and obsessive personalities due to the way they were bred. A skittish herding dog was worth more than a friendly one and Bezdomny was of those proper working lines. Even if he was a herding dog by breed, his purpose was destined for protection.
And he laughed while he made a final dodge; only he fell as he crossed left paws to right paws and effectively tripped over his own paws. A thud sounded the event and eventually Bezdomny had to realize that this time was just him playing the tune of a fool. With heavy sigh he looked to the Smooth Collie, “Well, well Spazstick. Glad to meet your acquaintance. As well as the acquaintance of your dwarfish escort.” And he bowed politely.
He looked to the Border Collie. “You ever held a lovely wonderwhy that skitterstole the world? Why is it that we—dogs created with the same duty in mind—have purpose so far between us now? The noble breed I am can save the world while yourself is not famous for unshakeable loyalty, courage, and good sense.” He smiled.
While a Malinois was known throughout the protection world for the good nerves and hard temperament, Bezdomny had none of that. He fluttered himself to mental tatters. For all he knew, he barely existed.
A copy of a copy of a copy.
“Oh yes. Where is Ecket?” And he turned all his attentions to all the dogs. Though, he gave considerably less to the dwarf because he thought that the dwarf was considerably a lesser dog.
• • • ◊ • • • Words?! five-hundred-sixty-one Music?! Luckenbach, Texas For Who?! Panic, Dean, & Cleo Notes?! Sorry for the wait ^_^;;
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Post by »Mocha« on Jan 20, 2010 23:18:24 GMT -5
The small dog twisted around to greet her as the other two continued their little... skirmish. “Hello. You seem to have stumbled upon our little crazy-train. Well, those two are... I'm perfectly sane... ” Cleo tilted her head at this. Would a sane dog be with an... insane dog? It was a curious thought, but she didn't put too much thought into it. He continued through her thoughts, “Just a bit on the short side.” Cleo snapped half skeptically, “Right.” Her tone was bitter and annoyed. These mutts might have been the reason the prey was in hiding. Even so, she couldn't deny or ignore the heat beating down on her fur. “Well, I hate to interrupt this little train so...”
She lightly trailed off as she gave hint to move away. Even so, she was still hungry;her belly reminded her of its emptiness as it rumbled and tumbled in circus bounds within her chest. As nonchalantly as possible, Cleo trotted toward the nearest tree and plopped down with a light sigh. The fallen leaves floated out from underneath her from the force of her fall and slowly fluttered out. The tall tree shaded the area quite nicely, the collie thought as she glanced around her in an attempt to ignore the rest of the group.
Faint traces of sunlight filtered though the shivering leaves. “Well, well Spazstick. Glad to meet your acquaintance. As well as the acquaintance of your dwarfish escort.” Blinking, Cleo brought her head up from her bored, hungry gaze. The Malinois had fallen in a smooth bow... what had happened? Cleo had been to disinterested to observe those around her. They seemed... okay, nonthreatening for the most part. She reassured herself that after a nice break, she would go back out to find some prey—some real prey.
Though he turned to her. “You ever held a lovely wonderwhy that skitterstole the world? Why is it that we—dogs created with the same duty in mind—have purpose so far between us now? The noble breed I am can save the world while yourself is not famous of unshakable loyalty, courage, and good sense.” His maw uplifted. Cleo shifted her body, mystified as her stomach rumbled with a low, biting growl. Have of what this dog said didn't even make sense to her ears, but she knew some parts—especially the insulting part it seemed. As if on a second thought he added innocently, “Oh yes. Where is Ecket?”
Snorting and ignoring his ignorance to his friend, she retorted, “Unshakable loyalty? Courage? Good sense?” She paused carefully in between for emphasis, almost like a speech. For all Cleo knew she could have been talking to a couple of pups. “What would you know about loyalty? Or courage? Or good sense? For all I know, you could have been kicked out of your home. Maybe you hurt someone. Or maybe they didn't want you. You can't assume something just by breed.”
What the Malinois had said, cut Cleo. The wound was not deep, but it was fresh and stung her heart. She didn't take what he said to mind, but he wasn't wrong when he implied his breed was more favorable. Still... being a Border Collie had it's perks.
c o u n t! five-four-seven
m u s e! zero/ten
n o t e p a d! MY MUSE. IT'S ZERO. D<
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Post by Panic.Rose on Jan 25, 2010 16:47:49 GMT -5
He went on rambling, barely phased by her whirlwind attack. Neither of the two seemed to understand that the other wasn't quite there. A low whine, somewhat closer to a growl than the high-pitched keening normally associated with a whine, came up in a steady stream of sound. It was a warning, issued to those foolish enough to not listen to her, those who ignored her easy-to-read signals.Her brow was furrowed, whether in anger or confusion...even she couldn't tell, couldn't read her own emotions and thoughts. She hadn't been able to for a while. Those things she no longer knew of ha been so painful that she'd blocked them from her, forgetting how to read them.
Oh, she could read everyone Else's emotions! There was no problem there. She could recognize everything from anger to happiness to love to absolute loathing. Some small part of her brain just didn't want to know her own. That dog, stranger than even she, rambled on. Something about her being a spazz, or something along those blurred and overlapping lines.
Whatever. It wasn't like his words mattered to her. They barely made sense, like someone had fed this male the dictionary then forced him to throw it up. But all between her attack and his speech, he fell and she lept back, tripping over herself until she was on her back, nose pointed towards the leaf-dappled sky. She rolled over and shook herself, not looking at anyone. She crept away to hide in her own corner, terrified of the shadows and the leaves and that nutcase of a dog.
Dean watched everything, brushing off the height comments. He was silent now, listening so very intently it looked as if he'd tip over because his too-large ears were flying everywhere. He stayed steady on his feet, this sight being only an optical illusion.
He sighed as Panic flew over herself, keeping his ground as she hid herself away, looking so much like the scared pup she'd been when they'd first met. The Malinois just didn't know when to shut his trap. Those scrambled words were giving the corgi-mix a headache like one he;d never experienced before.
That, along with the insults he now slung at that poor collie dog sent him barreling over his own ledge. "Shut your damn mouth, will you!" He growled, throwing his upper half towards the sky so he could teeter on his back legs. "Make some sense, or keep quiet. You've scared poor Panic, insulted that innocent collie and pestered me. Who the hell are you looking for? Who is Eckett? Why do I even care?!" He fell back down onto his front paws, a long, exasperated sigh escaping from him. He rarely ever snapped at anyone like that. It was the first time he'd even shown any true aggression. |
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Post by nucks on Jan 26, 2010 9:13:24 GMT -5
Bezdomny
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW FAITH TASTES LIKE THE SKY • • • ◊ • • • Said he in all the earnest of a flower in the sun, “But I am opening my mouth! And shutting it! And opening it again. In a to-and-fro that moves a couple’s dance to my voice. Truly, you see; so see! And besides, it is not by my fault, but by your folly that you can ricken-roe the words I skally, so! So!”
Bezdomny felt a fire in his bones. It affected his judgment, as it always did. It clouded him. It forced him to see things as they were a hundredfold. And, the poor Malinois eventually over-saw everything until every minute detail became part of a big picture rather than standing as its own picture. To him., the world was a lordly tapestry and everything that happened was merely a small thread –a part of its entirety. He didn’t understand what was so hard to understand. He saw everything crystal clear until he saw things that were not there—namely, Ecket.
“But, since you rogavi-asked, I must tilla tell! It is my deggen duty to do so! Who is Ecket? Ecket is the greatest dog who ever lived of all dogs who ever lived simply cause-a-be he lived. Every day, he comes to a certain place at a specific time and every day, he leaves said place at a specific time. He awaits me because I am important to wait for. And I await he because he is important to wait for. However, I always miss him. And he always misses me. And so, direly disheartened, he finds a new place because he is easily discouraged but is also insanely intent on meeting me. He is nice to be around—same as I, same, same. The fact that I wait, day in, day out, day on, day off… it should be a testament to the faithful acts of a courageous breed. No one is brave enough to believe so fully!”
The Malinois gave a deep nod after it, “Simple, yes!” He never made a note to himself that, though he claimed specifics, he never defined them. And, though he claimed absolutes, he turned them on their heads with possibilities. But that didn’t matter to Bezdomny.
For, if you asked Bezdomny, he wasn’t a rude prick. He was a polite dog who said only the truth. He never lied when he could avoid it. And even his whole shindig with Ecket wasn’t a lie. It was, more specifically, a well-meant delusion. He was alone; why couldn’t he an imaginary friend?
The dog then added, “But then again, perhaps it isn’t so simple for you crew. You sith or see things that definite-allee aren’t there. You see me as a phost, a kingass, and a species of vermin. Make no sense to make a lie, so honest is what I aim to be. I’m simply, a Bezdomny.”
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