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Post by melody on Oct 19, 2008 10:49:18 GMT -5
The dangerous peach sat inches away from Message's face, poison grown into the fruit itself. One bite and Message would be dead. Trick someone, and she would be called a murderer.
The flesh of the fruit was stained with sand, bruised from its fall from its perch upon its tree. The rest of its companions were up there, watching the peach waste away, rotting while ants swarmed it, unaffected by the nasty toxins in the fruit's poison. It wasn't venom, venom was injected directly into the skin by means of fangs or claws, like a viper, or one of those funny looking duck things, platypus. Message only knew of its name from the many times she found books lying about, most of which were on the behavior of animals and man alike. After all, most of the city population had probably been scientists.
Mess turned her head back from where she had come, finding that her pawprints were still engraved into the sand, leading up to where she sat, staring upon the deadly fruit where it lay. Boring much. A loud sigh escaped her dirited maw, and she shook to relieve her fur of the tichy sand that had crept onto her skin while she was wasting her time on the beach. Why she was here, she didn't know. But she thought it was a matter of, who would come?
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Oct 22, 2008 15:44:07 GMT -5
The wolf-like dog was trotting confidently and silently through the forest. His destination was the beach. He had always wanted to check out the sand covered ground, as he had never seen anything like it before. Soon enough, his grey and white maw could be seen protruding out from the plant growth that could be found growing around the beach. Flint inhaled deeply, trying to catch the scent of any dog that was currently on the beach. His nose twitched as the scents flooded in. There were many different dogs, but most of them were stale scents, meaning the dogs were all long gone. One scent, however, was quite fresh. The dog was still here. The Czechoslovakian wolf-dog inhaled deeply again, sifting though the scent, letting the sensors in his nose sort the different components on the smell. He soon got information about the dog. Hmmm, female, mixed breed… defiantly part wolf… I can’t exactly tell what the other part is, maybe… Doberman? Flint sniffed again, making sure that the information was correct. The wolf-dog scanned the area around him, trying to find the source of the scent. Up ahead, standing beneath one of the many deadly fruit trees. This one was a peach tree. Upon closer inspection, he saw the she-dog was sniffing a fallen fruit. He wondered if the dog would be stupid enough to eat the poisoned fruit. Most times he would have enjoyed watching a young dog eat the fruit, watch it’s mouth begin to foam, the dog choking, the spark of life slowly fading from it’s glazing eyes… but he didn’t feel like watching the gruesome spectacle today. Flint walked out of the underbrush and slowly trotted over to the femme. ”I hope you know that is poisonous.”
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Post by melody on Oct 22, 2008 16:16:39 GMT -5
Mess observed the deadly fruit a second more, twitching her ears to the apporach of another. He arrived from the forest, his form emerging from the underbrush as if he was wanting to make an entrance. Of course, that was how it seemed to Message, as he walked out confidently, as if he had something to say. Which, of course, he did.
"I hope you know that is poisonous." The information had already wired itself into her brain, she was only staring at the fruit to see if she was brave enough to kill herself with it. But now that this male was here, she couldn't quite commit suicide, yet. "I'm quite aware of that, thank you." Message scented the male further, and found that he was indeed, quite handsome when she stared into his chocolate colored orbs. A type of wolf, or somewhere along the lines of it, she assumed. By his scent, she figured that he was packless, and traveled alone. A prime candidate. "Now if you won' t mind providing me with your name, I'll tell you of mine." Message sat up quietly, her eyes still trained on the male, seeing if he would fall in her gaze.
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Oct 22, 2008 18:56:20 GMT -5
Flint looked at her with a strange look in his eyes. Her blue eyes were so deep, so mesmerising. The wolf-dog shook himself and jerked his head back. Woah! I haven't had that happen to me before! I had better be careful around this female. Flint looked her over, from her head to her tail, taking in her colors, the texture of her fur, everything. He had to admit that she was beautiful, but she looked very deadly. He noticed her size was about the same as his, her muscles looked about as big as his, she would make a formidable foe if he wasn't careful around her. "I am Flint, killer of the weak, friend of the strong." Flint gave the female a devilish smile, exposing his sharp fangs. "So tell me, which one are you?' He broadened his smile, showing the femme the rest of his white teeth. Flint's dark fur on his back stood slightly as the thought struck him as the other dog might take that as a threat. Ah great, now I might have gotten myself into a fight. I didn't want that today.
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Post by melody on Nov 1, 2008 8:41:32 GMT -5
Message observed the male's almost wary posture, standing to rid herself of the fur that was contaminating her pelt. He seemed smart enough, he would be able to defend himself if she decided to strike. "I'm Message, but you can call me Mess." Her blue eyes penetrated his, and she found herself looking at a male who found her as strong as he, and a tough foe if it came down to it. "And I'm the latter of the two, being of dark nature and wolf ancestors. Nice to meet you, Flint. I'm pretty sure you won't be killing me anytime soon." Her voice fell into a light melody, and she tried drawing him in closer with her eyes. She saw him as a friend now, but if he dared try to attack, she would fight right back with him. And there was no way either of them would be able to defeat the other, unless one became tired quicker. And Message was quite sure that would happen to be her, as she hadn't been working on her endurance for quite as long as her skills. It would be bad if the two got into a fight now.
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Nov 1, 2008 9:28:38 GMT -5
The wolf-dog's rigid posture vanished and he sat down on the sand. A sigh of relief almost hissed from his lips at the fact that this femme wouldn't fight him, today anyway. A smile began to tug at the corners of his maw at the thought of the female's nickname. Mess, I wonder how she came up with that one? Flint swallowed the chuckle that was trying to escape, as he didn't want to ruin the friendship that had just started. He looked once again at Mess' eyes, the blue almost seemed to be drawing him forward... He stood slowly and took a step forward, then another, until his nose was only inches from hers. He was tempted to touch the two noses together, but decided against it, as it might make the femme turnt tail and run, although the look in her eyes told him she wouldn't run. Flint closed his eyes and slowly took a few steps back from Mess. His tail wagged a few times before he slowly sat back down. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that." His eyes opened again and looked at the femme, staring at her eyes. He once again felt the urge to stand, but resisted.
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Post by melody on Nov 3, 2008 19:46:54 GMT -5
Message wasn't at all shocked by the male's motion, she was used to it. He could have bit her ear for all she cared. It had happened so many times, she was immune to it by now. "That's okay. I'm fine with it." Message found herself speechless, and she had no clue why. This male was like most of the others she had met, like all the ones who had left her while she was carrying their pups. Like all the ones who had found it too hard to stay with her after she became pregnant. But no, he wasn't. She found herself staring into his eyes, as he was looking into hers, and a lightbulb went off in her brain. Maybe, just maybe, if she played her cards right, this male could be the one, different from all the others, different from all the rest, who really loved her, and didn't just want to use her for her ability to give birth. Maybe, just maybe, he would love her, and stay with her forever. Shaking her head of the ridiculous thoughts, Message once again found herself staring at him, and shamefully looked back down at her own sandy paws.
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Nov 4, 2008 16:20:39 GMT -5
Flint saw an image of a few pups playing around the she-dog's feet, wrestling and playing. One of them looked up at him with the look of trust that pups only gave their... parents. Flint tried to look closer at the pups, but they suddenly vanished. He shook his head a bit and looked back up to Mess with an astonished look on his face. "Did you just see..." He then shook his head again, rougher this time. "Never mind. It was nothing." The thought wouldn't leave his head however, the thought of his and Mess' pups, cute little chubby pups running around. A growl of frustration left his maw as she realised that this would never come true. She probably already had a mate, if not one in mind to have as a mate. He then sighed and looked down at his own paws, then cast a quick glance up at her, to find her doing the same. Flint chuckled a bit, then felt hope flare up in him. Maybe she's thinking the same thing as I am, thinking about having each other as mates. He then mentally slapped himself. Of course not you goof! She wouldn't want to have you as a friend, much less as a mate. He looked up at her sadly, knowing that she was like a forbidden fruit, she looked so good, but he knew he couldn't have her.
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Post by melody on Nov 5, 2008 15:39:20 GMT -5
His sudden voice startled her, and she was confused by his quesiton. See what? What did he see? Thoughts raced through her mind of all the possibilities, and she fell upon two. Either he was dreaming of her in the wrong way, or he just saw an image of pups. And she was pretty sure whose pups it would be. "See what? I didn't see anything." she acted confused, trying to place a front so that he didn't think that she had thought the same thing the moment she had laid eyes upon him. It would be embarrassing, speaking to a dog to whom you've already pictured having pups with. She would stumble over her words if she wasn't careful, and of course, that would be a sure sign. "This is somewhat awkward..." Mess desperately tried to start a conversation, bringing the topic off of dreams for the time being. Her attempt could end up like it had last time, her struggling to make a difficult choice, kill the pups and leave her mate, or raise the pups under the watch of a murderous companion. Apparently, her choice of taking the three lives proved to be the best, as she was not being watched every second by a dangerous wolf, and she was not stopping every second or two to wait up for her pups. And now, here she was.
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Nov 6, 2008 16:45:34 GMT -5
Flint looked around quickly. This conversation is getting us nowhere. I'm too stressed. I'm just not used to talking to other dogs, much less a female I'm attracted to! The wolf-dog glanced up at Mess quickly. "You know, why don't we go for a walk, maybe it would make things more... comfortable. So we're not just sitting here trying to avoid each other's eyes." Flint stood slowly and began to walk across the beach, loving the warmth of the sand on his paws. He looked back to see if she was going to come along, but had lost sight of her as he had rounded a corner on the beach. He waited a few seconds and when she didn't appear he continued to walk. Well, maybe she doesn't like me as much as I thought she did. Maybe I should just leave her alone. His tail hung a little lower at the though, but he kept walking, looking toward the crashing waves as he did. He saw a stick just out of reach of the rushing waves. Suddenly, a large wave leapt up the shore and grabbed hold of the stick, dragging it out to water. He thought to himsef that that was just like life, dangle something in front of you for a few moments before snaching it away.
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Post by melody on Nov 6, 2008 19:17:37 GMT -5
Message watched as the male said those words, and watched as he got up and slowly began to walk away. He rounded a bend, and she could see through the brush him turning to see if she was following, and his tail drop lower when he realized that she wasn't there. Finally getting enough energy to get up, Message sprinted towards him, running in his pawprints until she was next to him. She noticed the stick begin to float away, and watched as the tide brought it back in, then left it there. She made a dash towards it, swiping it in her mouth and running with it back to Flint. Flint. His name rolled on her tongue like it was meant to be there, and he looked just like how she had imagined her perfect mate to look. She had seen others, and had given birth to other's pups, but none had looked like what she had pictured. Except for now. Flint was amazing, and even in the short time that she had known him, she could already tell that it would work out. She knew that he liked her, and hopefully, he was getting the message that she did, too.
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Nov 6, 2008 21:52:39 GMT -5
Behind him, Flint heard rushing footsteps. He held his breath for a few moments, hoping what he thought was true. He waited, then smelled the scent of Mess. His head whipped around and his maw opened to say something, but she suddenly ran away again, off toward the water. His maw shut with a snap. Flint's eyes watched Mess' form run down to the water and pick up the stick that he had just been staring at. When she turned and ran back toward him with the stick in her maw he smiled, showing her his ivories. A playful streak suddenly showed itself and he took off running toward her, meeting her halfway. His maw opened and his strong jaws clamped tight on the stick. His teeth sunk deep into the stick and jerked his head back, trying to disengauge it from her jaws. He growled playfully and stared at her eyes. Flint jumped backward, jerking the femme along with him. His paws then dug into the sand and attempted to drag Mess toward the water.
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Post by melody on Nov 7, 2008 17:38:05 GMT -5
Message watched and waited as Flint grabbed the stick, smiling playfully as he did so. A smile toyed with her lips, too, and she jerked back. He was pulling her towards the water, when she had an idea. She began tugging the stick, and Flint, towards the waves, pulling him along. A cold splash hit her calves, and a bigger smirk curled her lips. Suddenly, a gigantic wave crashed into her, spraying Flint and soaking Mess. She gasped, dropping the stick because the ocean was so cold.
Catch me, catch me if you can! Catch me if you really love me! The words played delicately in her mind, and Message waded deeper, until her jawline was just above the rolling waves, and her pads just barely reached the rocky bottom. Turning back, Message smiled wider, hurting her face in the process. A giggle escaped her maw, and she waited to see if the handsome male would follow her into the surf, to see if he really had the heart to follow 'his love' out into the freezing waves to be with her. This was one of Message's tests, and had only worked on the past males because they wanted her to birth their pups. She knew Flint wasn't like that, she hoped he wasn't.
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Post by ☼Åžrå☼ on Nov 7, 2008 21:36:30 GMT -5
Flint had been having fun playing tug-of-war with Mess, but when she let go of the stick it sent him tumbling backwards into the surf. He came up spluttering as he hadn't been prepared to get dunked under the waves. A second wave washed over him, dunking him again. Fint quickly leapt out of the water and shook himself on the beach. He gave a little chuckle then looked up to find Mess. His eyes suddenly widened in panic and his head tiwsted in all directions, but he couldn't see Message anywhere. He called out in a panicked voice. "Mess! Mess where are you?!" His eyes grew wider and he began to pant as his heart beat faster in fear. She wouldn't have swum out deeper in the water would she? What if the rip tide caught her?! Flint had lost a littermate that way. His eyes scanned the water quickly, searching for the bobbing head that he had seen of his littermate all those years ago. There it was, the head of Mess floating just above the water. It felt as if Flint's heart was in his throat. His eyes widened even further yet as he began to shake in fear. His legs pumped hard, propelling him toward the water in fear. He kicked his legs qucikly and launched himself out into the water. His paws widened and formed wide paddles, letting his legs move his form faster through the water. A large wave washed over his head and the salt water stung his eyes. He didn't care. His love was out in the water, probably already drownd like his sister was. Her fur was the beacon that he was following. Only a few more feet to go. I hope I'm not too late! With a few more powerful strokes he reached the bobbing spot of Mess. His powerful form lurched forward and his jaws locked onto her scruff. Flint turned his body and began to kick his paws toward shore.
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Post by melody on Nov 8, 2008 20:01:14 GMT -5
Moments before Flint appeared, Message went under. She was being pulle dby the current, dragged under by the force of the waves. it was only when Flint pulled her by her scruff was she able to breath again, relieved that he was there to rescue her, even if she did look quite stupid. She had only wanted to see if he was brave enough to go out and get her, she hadn't meant to almost kill herself. But the answer was obvious, as Flint was now having to drag her measly form back onto shore. "I'm so sorry, so so sorry." Tears fell from Mess as she collapsed onto the beach, sputtering out words and water as she fell to her knees. "So sorry..." Her sobs continued, and she looked up at Flint's worried face, fearing the worst. She hoped he didn't think she was trying to get away from him, she hoped he didn't think she was trying to kill herself. She hoped that he didn't think her immature to go running off into the surf like that...
But did it matter anymore? They were both soaked to the bone, but safe on the land, breathing and able bodied, so far. Message was pretty sure she'd get quite a cold afterwards, but it was worth it, right? Maybe so, if Flint decided to stay. "This is awkward, but I think I'm in love with you." Message had no trouble saying this, but this time, she felt butterflies in her stomach, and the tears falling into the ocean seemed to stop. She gazed upward, waiting for Flint's reaction. Good or bad, she would have to deal with it.
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