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Post by Cure on Aug 21, 2008 16:03:24 GMT -5
 She couldn't lie to herself. Not anymore. Without him she was nothing. Without another she was nothing. Or at least that's what her heart said. Spoken out through her mind, yelling loudly until she was forced to listen. But never mind her heart, it craved love. It craved drama. It craved anything beside what she really needed. She really needed something to keep her mind busy, something like love. No! No. No. NO! Not love. That was for the weak and the lights. And for those who were stupid enough to let the drama filled emotion into their life. She wasn't about to be that soul. She wasn't about to let that happen. Burrying her skull within her two front appendages, snort blew the dust out from around her paws. Lids fell over chocolate orbs, flickering up and back down every now and then. Cursing herself quietly she lifted her skull from the place it lay, Acoustics flickered lightly, picking up the sounds of birds chirping happily. Kissers curled back into a snarl, ivory tips showing from beneath the flaps of skin and fur. Picking herself up from the floor and giving her coat a quick shake, paws picked their way upon the ground. Grass flattened with each step. Sides heaved with each breath, falling as she exhaled the carbonmonixide that resided within her lungs. Optics took in the site of the Old Plane Wreck, silently releasing a sigh of joy. Alas she would be able to get a few hours of rest into her schedual. Darting towards the plane, she lept over a piece of rubble, sliding around the edge of the plane and into the plane. Slowing her pace she walked towards the cockpit, jumping upon one of the tattered seats and curling up. Her paws hung off the edge of the seat, part of her skull resting upon her paws and part off. Being a Husky & Wolf cross, and taking on more of the Husky traits, she was a larger dog. Of course these humans were small and didn't need much room to sit. Many dogs wouldn't be able to curl up in one of the seats and not hang off. LIds flickered close, sleep would be one of the best things that she would expierence today. It was always one of the better things she expierenced. Although putting others down gave her joy and a short burst of fun she could never come close to comparing it to sleep. She was never bothered in her sleep. Dreams rarely came to her, and when they did they were nothing that frightened her or anything that she remembered. AS the last bits of sound was sucked into her ears she gave a soft yawn before letting the arms of sleep wrap themselves around her and hold her tight. Waking to the sounds of thunder and lightning, Malady grumbled softly to herself before letting her eyes dart to the back of the plane. Not many would be out in this weather, if any. She wouldn't be if she hadn't slept through the start of the storm and into it. Stretching in the seat as best as she could a feeling hit her with such force she took a quick gasp of air. It was a feeling of lonliness, a feeling she didn't often take part in acknowledging. And now having it hit her with such intensity she didn't know what to think of it. Growling and letting her claws scratch her skull, Malady jumped down from the seat. Stretching each appendage she paced the length of the plane aimlessly. Hush Malady Hush. Do no worry love. Hush. Back to the seat, back to relaxing. Just forget about it. It's nothing. The thoughts she placed inside her head quickly took a calming effect. Paws carried her back to the seat. Curling up inside it she watched the storm, unaware that her emotions were exactly the same way. -- word count::::670 notes:::: RESERVED FOR CYANIDE mood:::: . thoughtful . wishful . hopeful .
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 21, 2008 16:39:20 GMT -5
CLICK FOR PICTURE Siren's paws bounced easily as they made their way through the Mafian territory. Ears were raised on either side of his head acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come around. Brown eyes were locked a head of him, scannign around. There wasn't much movement on the land now, but he knew that would only be a matter of time really before it would be bustling with movement. Lower jaw dropping, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines, flapping out the corner of his jaws. The sun was dipping behind a few clouds. Above him the sky was a battleship grey in color. A few birds took flight, their black bodies contrasted against the sky.
Siren's paws leaving perfect heart shaped imprints behind in the dirt as he headed toward the plane crash. He could already see the silver of the plane in the dense lush green trees a head of him near the horizon. Siren had heard stories about this place, about how the humans had gotten sick on the plane, and thats why the plane crashed here. Siren didn't really care about why the plane crashed but the fact that it was there was giving him ample areas to rule over. He smirked at the thought of gathering huge followers here. The mafia would be the second most feared pack in the city, alongside the Cambridge pack. Actually, the mafia were good friends with that pack. Cyanide was one of the most ruthless dogs he'd ever met. Her heart was as cold as ice and black as oil.
He loped beneath a few low lying branches as he wormed his way around a few tree trunks. A few twigs lightly scaped against his hide, but he didn't mind it one bit. He found a spot where the water had collected over the weeks of rain and crouched down beside it to take a few drinks. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until now. After lapping up the cold water, Siren pressed onward. Above the sun vanished and not much light broke through teh branches. It was dark, but not that dark here. You were able to get around much better during the day then the night. The night was like walking through a oil slick.
As he neared the site, his nose twitched. A fae was nearby. Smirking, Siren decided to turn on the charm. He pressed onward and loped around the plane wreck itself, snuffling along the ground. She was inside. He didn't want her to know that he was there just yet. Siren easily jumpde up onto the wing before hopping down, his nails lightly scraping over the metal. He snuffled around the cockpit area and then turned and headed around to the other side where the tail section was. The tail was lying a few feet from the actual plane itself. It had broken off when the plan had crashed. There was a huge hole in the back, seats were still intact going up to the first class cabin. A bit of wire hung down but there was no danger here. The plane was completely dead.
Siren stepped into the plane, nails clicking on the floor as he walked up the center aisle. The fae was in teh front first class section. Once he reached there, he spied her. Smirking, he passed her, but then swung his rump around, planting it on the ground, forelegs coming around to teh front , keeping his upper body erect. Ears rotated forward, awaiting to hear her lyrics. He smirked and began talking.
"Hello there vixen..I'm Siren, leader of the mafia. Might i demand why you're on my territory?" he asked keeping his expression flirty yet meaningful. If she ewanted to join his pack, that was fine. But tresspassers were going to be punished severely. Possbily even killed. He looked her over. She looked like a nice looking specimen though. would be a shame if she turned out to be nothing more than a tresspasser. He waited. |
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Post by Cure on Aug 26, 2008 6:07:54 GMT -5
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Orbs watched the door as a shadow pasted itself upon the other side of the plane cabin. Nose twitched lightly, picking up nothing but the smell of rain. How dreadful that was. She could not even guess who was coming to see here during this dreadful storm. As the figure rounded the corner her eyes laid themselves upon a German Shepherd. She had seen many of them within her short life here. They thought they ruled the place, or so it had seemed. They always were the first to pick the fights, the first to be arrogant or nosy. Snorting to herself she braced herself for the encounter. Picking her skull up off the seat, but letting her bodice stay as was she held still. Her pools the only movement, the waves crashing inside them as the quiet storm brewed within. She wasn't dreading this meeting, more excited about the fight that could occur. Sure he had the upper hand, he was larger to some extent, and a male. Watching as he came to her she let out a chuckle to his words. Maybe they weren't all alike. That was something she'd have to learn. Letting her ivories flash briefly in a smile she returned a phrase of words. "Mafia territory. Hmph. As far as I can see you're the only dog here, besides myself. Last time I checked Mafia involved more then one. "
Her words were calm, smooth and flowing from parted kissers as she jumped from the seat and took a place across from him on the floor. Smirking lightly she continued words not caring if she was cutting his reply off or not. "However. Since it looks like you're needing some members, might I insist upon joining." The words flowed out with a serious tone. She wasn't just messing around anymore. She was here to join, here to stay. Whether or not she'd get along with the other dogs was entirely up to them. If they rubbed her the wrong way they could forget about sleeping at night. Ears perked, awaiting his lyrics to bound into them and be digested by her brain. Picked apart for their true meaning.
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Word Count :::: 373
Muse :::: eh. not as much as I'd like
Mood :::: tired. grouchy. subtly wanting to be loved but ignoring the feeling.
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 26, 2008 23:19:53 GMT -5
Siren smiled at her. His warm chocolate orbs were locked on hers as his acoustics picked up her lyrics. He lifted an upper lip, exposing one white canine as he began responding.
"Well I insist that you stay too," he said winking at her and pulled himself up on all fours. He spread his legs and gave his body a rigorous shake. His ears flapped against his head as he now remained standing on all fours regarding Malady.
"What is your name, sweet vixen? I never got it. Mine you know," he said softly as he stood, tail slowly waving through the air behind him. His lower jaw dropped , salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over the bottom two canines as he panted slightly. A chilly fall breeze whipped his ebony and tawny colored fur in several directions, but the shepherd brute didn't care one snit about it. He loved being out in the cold. It never phased him much really. Even when he was growing up, his mother always scolded him about catching his death out in the freezing cold snow. But naturally he never listened to her at all. And he never got sick.
Siren would feel bad for calling this wonderful creature 'hey you' which was why he was wanting her name. This way he could treat her with respect. Lights were the only thing that didn't deserve to be called by their names. They were worthless and cowards and really didn't deserve to be breathing teh same air. Ugh. But what could he do? Try and overtake them of course...which is exactly what he wanted to do..that and wipe out any weaklings that might straggle behind. He had 0 tolerance for those types of things. He watched Malady and waited. |
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