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Apocalypse
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« Thread Started on May 27, 2006, 2:06pm » | |
I don't know you but I think I hate you...
You're the reason for my misery.
It's strange how you've become my biggest enemy,
and I've never even seen your face.
Optics tinted a shocking azul peered down the dank, hallow path crammed between two towering forms. It's raunchy stench made her nares tingle as if she might sneeze, but it was somewhat pleasing, inviting in a strange, sick sort of way. She paused for a moment, her right fore lifting slightly as she craned her nape over her shoulder to be sure there wasn't a follower anywhere in sight. They'd best think long and hard before following one such as her, or at least be stronger than she. But alas, brute force is not always what wins battles. With a gruff snort, her paddings sifted into motion once more. They were wet and stained a light brown hue. She had walked many miles in the night and early morning, just to end up in a s.hit hole like this. What a great reward. Her bulky figure took on an easy pace, a slow, almost stalking walk as she skirted the shadows off to the right of the alley. She weaved through clumps of trash and trash cans as rats squeaked and scurried out of her way. Deep rumblimg growls were let loose as she sniffed, there was no scent of anything eatable unless she wanted food poisoning. Oh well. Eat to live, don't live to eat. Stopping as she came across an old pizza box that was torn and damp from the recent rains, she shoved her muzzle under the lid and held it in place with a front paw. There was nothing, save a few jalapeno peppers, some cheese stuck to the bottom, and two crusts left behind. In an instant she had scarfed everything, not even bothering to smell and see if it was still safe to consume. She was too starved for such things.
Maybe it's just jealousy mixing up with a violent mind.
A circumstance that doesn't make much sense,
or maybe I'm just dumb.
Lifting her spire to shoulder level once more, her coral tongue ran over her chops in a sort of ravenous satisfaction. She was still hungry, yeah, but she would always be hungry. She's always been hungry. Good things never last, but the bad things go on and on and on. It had been 5 lonely years, and not once had she honestly been 'full'. Of anything, except for herself. Moving on deeper into the alley, she was silent in her bouncy stride. Her claws were the only sound as the clicked against the fractured and dirty cement that had worn her pads out. Her long journey from the countryside last night had blistered and thinned her pads to the point of sores and bleeding. It pained her to walk, but she dare not let it show. Not to anyone, not to even herself.
You're the cloud hanging over my head.
Hail comes crashing down welting my face.
Majic man, egocentric plastic man!
Yet you still get one over on me.
As she finally reached the point where darkness began and the light ceased to stretch along the pavement, she froze. Twisting her thinning yet built bodice about to face both the direction she had come from and the direction she was going, she stared towards the busy streets. The people out there, they were so mindless and concentrated on only one thing. Themselves. They never had to worry about food or shelter, and they had the option of getting their next meals. A dog on the streets like she never knew if they would even get a next meal, and it was a scary thing to have to worry over. But she had come this far. She had survived. As far as she was concerned, this was as good as it would ever get, no matter what those seers said. They fed the others lies, and they swallowed them. It was sad. Gruffly, almost angrily, she forced a trash can out of her way and she was down. Her back pressed against the cool of the building behind her and her side and belly lay against the damp floor. Her auds perked forth atop a chiseled spire as she waited. Things always happened when you didn't want them to...she knew there was bound to be a reason to stay awake. She always slept with one eye open. Long minutes passed before she forced herself to relax a littel, and the tension from her muscles began to loosen, and gradually disappear. Letting a long, eased breath free from her nostrils, her voral lapped out of her jaws. The heat was beginning to get to her. The pelt that was strung across her bones was meant for snow and ice, not this hot nonesense. Busily yet daintily, with tender care, she lowered her mug to her front paws, her pink carpet gently running over her battered paddings. The sting brought whines to her vocals, but she continued to clean her wounds. If she didn't, infection would come. That always spells the end to a dog such as she. A street dog. Once satisfied with the cleanliness of her raw feet, she rested her chin out to her right against the cement, steady breathing taking over as she listened intently to the sounds around her, the sounds of the city life. It was times like these, in the silence of her thoughts and the darkness of the alley ways that she realized the same fact that burdened her since day one, it haunted her like a bad dream...She was so alone.
Maybe it's just jealousy mixing up with a violent mind.
A circumstance that doesn't make much sense,
or maybe I'm just dumb.
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I bleed :: Malamute blood
Chained :: A femme
Gambled for :: 5 years
My heart beats for :: None
I walk :: Alone |
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Vedetta & Armanno
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« Reply #1 on May 29, 2006, 3:26pm » | |
That scent... That unmistakable scent! Yes, he was on the trail of something that made every muscle in his body twitch and his concentrated every thought on this one thing. What was it? What was it that made his heart pound with excitement? The simple thrill of the hunt? Or the fact that what he could smell was the scent of blood. Was it hunger talking, or instinct? He knew for a fact the creature who's blood he tracked was larger than himself. No doubt at all. And yet, he couldn't keep himself from ignoring the calls of his loved one to find the source.
"Armanno! Armanno, wait up! What are you looking for!?" came a female's voice, low and out of breath. Ronding the corner, she spotted her dear pup friend and set chase once more. For a pup, he sure had a lot of energy, but that was not what worried her. She could smell what he could, and she didn't like it. Though her ribs were just beginning to show, the thought of hunting another dog down was horrible. Was it the Coyote blood that flowed through her pup's veins? She prayed it was not. What would happen as he grew older? She needed to get his attention.
"Armanno!" she cried once more, but it was all in vain. He seemed to refuse to listen, rounding into a dark alley. She chased after him as fast as she could, hoping to catch up.
He finally began to slow, the scent growing stronger. He finally flicked his ears back, listening to his adoptive mother's calls. He looked back, watching as she caught up. She seemed out of breath, and his heart suddenly ached. Had he done it again? Ran off without warning and made her chase him here? Oh, not again. Why must he always run with his instincts when they hit? Well, first thing's first.
"I'm sorry, Vedetta." he said, performing the oldest trick in the book: the puppy dog eyes. He even added in a little sniffle, and threw in a whine or two. Though it may seem disrespectful, it was truely his way of apologizing.
Vedetta was catching her breath when Armanno performed his apologizing act. Unable to care, she nodded her okay. She then moved a little further down the alley, now realizing how close they really were. She finally saw her. A large female lying on the cement. Was she alright? It certainly didn't look that way. Either way, she didn't want to bother her. So, she turned and began to walk away. Unfortunately, Armanno's shrill howl stopped her.
Armanno howled, hoping to wake the female. He ignored Vedetta's orders to stay quiet and even moved closer. He still stood a fair distance away, watching and waiting.
(( Ugh... So horrible... My eyes are burning... Sorry, but my muse is gone...*sigh*... ))
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Apocalypse
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« Reply #2 on May 29, 2006, 4:08pm » | |
In her light sleep, her audits flickered back and forth to each new and old sound, taking in what her eyes could not. With a sudden flare of her nares to a yawn, she paused, breath still held within her ribs for only a split second before she was up. A flurry of ebon, alabaster, and a clatter of claws against faux rock was all there was before she stood, proud and threatening with a hint of grunge about her oversized figure. Before stood a pup, of unknown blood, and another, a femme, perhaps a dam. Eying them carefully with fear and malice in her blues, her auds laced forth, flicking back every now and then as a disturbance pierced the atmos. Such as the shrill howl. Such a brave pup to approach one so many times larger, with not exactly the best disposition in the world. As no threat was detected, the pain set in. The small puddles and streams of dirty water she had been resting in to keep kool were now bathing her wounds in filth. Just great. Biting her tongue sharply, the taste of blood set in as she stepped aside, refusing to appear weak or in pain before strangers. No trust, no emotion. After moments of staring between the pup and his companion, her dome lowered to be level with her spine as her auds flung to her spire and her cord lapped against her spine, curling over as she held it high. This was no joking matter to her. When it was a matter of life or death, precautions were taken. No matter the size or strength of your foe. Her upper librium curled back in a growl, low baritoned and rumbling with a certain venemous twist.
"Who are you."
It was a question, formed and spat like a statement. Honestly, she cared not. She cared why they had come, they were probly with him. No matter, he was long dead by now. Perhaps the wanted revenge? This pup could do nothing to her but nip and whine. A mere annoyance. But to be male partsy would be to dismiss this wench as nothing, just as her pup. Apoc was not so dumb. Her muscles were tense all over, from both bracing herself with the pain, and the stress and fear of being awoken by strange creatures of the street, similar to herself. They had one advantage over her that was visible. They were not alone, emotionally and physically. That was one thing Apoc never had, and most likely never would have.
If only you were lonely...
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Scream to me :: Apocalypse
I bleed :: Malamute blood
Chained :: A femme
Gambled for :: 5 years
My heart beats for :: None
I walk :: Alone |
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