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Post by Artemis on Aug 17, 2008 13:30:16 GMT -5
One sleek, black ear moved back slightly, it was listening to what was behind it. Deep brown eyes watched the empty street in front of his paws. The dog was stationary, it's hind legs bent and its front sitting in parralell with each other. The dog looked like a boarder collie, part of him was. The rest was pure white and red Irish Setter. A strange combination, but Artemis had been bred for being a Police dog. A sniffer dog, to catch out those that criminals left behind. Track the scent across miles with his handler. He didn't think about that human any more, he had abandoned him to the hands of the experimentors, those who had definatly upped Artemis' IQ considerably. The dog was sitting quietly in the centre of the road, listening with one ear tilted back slightly. He might have been a statue but for the occasional flick of a black tail against the tarmac.
Artemis rose, elegantly, slowly. He was in no rush, never had been since he'd left the police. He held his head with pride, high, survaying the world around him. Each step was simple, measured. Nothing extravaggant, just a pace. A walk. His tail flicked from side to side, the boredom evident in his dark eyes. Each paw clicked down as the claws came into contact with ther surface, he moved his head very slightly from side to side, no emotion convayed in his features. You had to look hard into Artemis' eyes to see anything that gave him away. He was almost an emotionless dog, never let anything show. He was also proud hearted. He believed he was highly qualified, highly ranking. He was a high wolf, up on his pedistole. He didn't come down for any.
The long, easy strides of the Collie cross too Artemis across to his destination. They had never failed him yet, taking him whever he wanted to go. He stopped as a dark sight met him. It was a dead bird. He looked on with indifference, not particually caring for the bird. It died, this happened. He took his eyes off the bird and moved on, his stride taking him away from the corpse. Artemis' tail flicked in the motion of his walk. Before him was the sparkling, dancing ripples of a stream. Each rock under the water creating a different pattern on the surface. He wasn't one for art, but watched the water dance and spirl for a few moments. He bent his head down, lapping up the water with a deep red tongue. He only drank for a moment, keeping one ear back for sound of movement.
The Collie cross Irish setter let his paws take him across. The dawn was creeping in, bright and golden. He had no interest in this and let the warming rays of light fall on his ebony back. A small crook in the stream was where Artemis let his paws fold elegantly. His hind legs folded down on each side of his rump whilst his front paws stretched out infront of him, crossed at the paw. His fluffy tail curled back around his left hind paw. There he lay, calmly, softly, letting the dawn come. His dark eyes were closed, feigning sleep. His ears were silent and immobile, still listening out. He lay there in the regal position he'd adopted, letting the dawn rays warm his coat.
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 17, 2008 14:04:49 GMT -5
Cyanide's paws moved easily as she made her way down to the Spring Creek. Ears were lifted on either side of her head, acoustics cupping any faint noise taht might come to them. Ice blue orbs were locked a head of her, scanning for any movement that might come around. Blades and pelvis rolling easily with any effort. Tail was hanging down between her back hocks swaying slightly from the motion of the movement. A chilly breeze whipped patches of her fur in several directions but she didn't care. She pressed onward hoping to find potential new pack members.
Cyanide was always on the look out for the new pack members. She already had two males that were a potential consideration. But with Cyanide, she was wanting the best pack available, the bigger the better. A smirk played on her maw as she loped around the thick tree trunks. Salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over her bottom two canines as she panted slightly. Above her the sun dipped behind a few clouds, briefly engulfing her in semi darkness. The birds chirped in the distance in the neighboring trees. In the horizon she heard a few crows squawking but that was it.
Beside her, the creek bubbled gently and softly. She stopped for a moment and crouched down, lowering her muzzle into teh water and began lapping up a few drinks of the fresh cold water. It felt good going down her throat, and she hadnt' realized how thirsty she was until now. Once she had her fill of crisp cold water, Cyanide moved on. She picked up the scent of a male nearby. Smirking more, Cyanide followed the scent to a border collie/irish setter brute. The good thing was that since the humans were gone, the dogs had free runs of all the areas, including every part of the city. It was wonderful. Cyanide approached the male and slipped her haunches into a sitting position letting her forelegs come around to the front of her chest, keeping her upper body erect. The smirk stayed on her face as she began speaking in a flirty and oily tone.
"Well well what do we have here?" she said still smirking as she kept her tone flirty and airy as she sat. On occasion her tail would sweep the ground behind her, creating small dirt clouds as she sat and waited.
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Post by Molly Moo on Aug 17, 2008 14:24:50 GMT -5
Molly heard the faint, familiar call of morning in the throat of a winged creature. She opened those brown eyes ever so slowly and yawned at the creeping light. She had not slept last night, too deep in thought for any such activity. Though she could not even recall what had been so important as to deprive her of her beloved dreaming. Rising to her feet took a little more effort than usual in her lack of regained energy. She shook her whole being to rid herself of the dark, as well as to prepare for the approaching light. Her duel colored fur was a bit ruffled in the process. And her dark tail, weighed down with what seemed like unnecessary long fur that dangled for inches, became if only a little more tangled.
She sighed and moved two of her four white-socked feet forward, bending so that her rear legs stood straight and her front legs all but touched the ground beneath her paws. She stretched in that position, a few joints popping in the process. Her half-hearted greeting to the new day. Feeling satisfied with the setting and placement of her bones, she returned into standing position, yawning just one more time. She began her journey forward, still slow, and accounting for every move to make sure unbalance would not have to be a factor this sleepless morning. She sniffed the light breeze which blew from some place behind her. Nothing out of the ordinary, she figured. Her tail followed obediently, silently, just like always. And it moved in rhythm with the rest of her posture. Also just like always.
In the barely light of dawn, a tiny figure could faintly be seen. Curiosity took over as she ambled over to check it out. Bird. No, dead bird. "Poor thing," she thought, saddened for the creature. Though, she turned away from it and continued forward at the same tired pace. The sound of the spring was wrapping itself around her small black ears. Her mood was just barely lifted at this, but it sped her pace ever so slightly anyway. Reaching this small body of water, she stepped in with only the first two paws, letting the stream comfort them with its cold composure. She bent down and lapped up a bit, letting it fill her mouth and slither down her throat. The icy chill was comforting as well as wakening. When she decided to be finished for a moment, she let her eyes wander forward. The sight there made her jump slightly. How she hadn't noticed them before, she was wondering at. Though, it most likely had something to do with the sleeplessness. Two dogs stood a little ways away, both looking at least part border collie. "At least there's something in common between them and me," she thought. Warily, she, with much caution, walked slowly in their direction...
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Post by Artemis on Aug 17, 2008 14:31:04 GMT -5
Artemis' black ear moved back slowly. Everything he did was calculated. He lived by his own rules, never letting anything slip by them. Obviously no-one else knew his rules, but he expected people to live by them. If they didn't, they were in for something different. Something generally unpleasant. Artemis listened to the faint pad of paws. Every dog should have an acute sense of hearing and Artemis was using his at that moment. Soft paws, light, probably a female. A swish of a tail through the air. A fluffy tail, so a long haired dog. So a female long-haired mutt. He let the smell come to him. Yes, definatly a female dog. From the smell one who had been around most of the city, staying mostly around...Cambridge. Intelligence then. Or hopefully. Obvious not an interlectual equal to himself. Since he thought of no-one as an interlectual equal.
His tail swept over the dust beside the stream bank, it was the only movement he'd obviously made. His black head and black ears were hard to see if one moved and not the other. Also, most of the time you had to watch Artemis very carefully to see if he moved at all. He could stay in one place for a long time, simply waiting and watching the world go by. Only a blink or a flick would tell you he wasn't a perfectly sculpted statue. The sound of the running brook enveloped his attention. If the female wished to come to him, she could. He had no objection of her being near him. He was not going to get up and come to her, and she would learn that if she was staying her distance. However, the soft paw beats soon told Artemis that she wasn't going to keep her distance from him.
"Well well what do we have here?"
It speaks. Artemis opened his dark brown eyes and turned his head in a lazy fashion towards the female. She had the distinct look of collie in her, like himself. Collie, but not completely. A collie cross, with what was not relevant to him. He turned his head, yet his body stayed slightly off angle to hers. It was too much effort than he was willing to give her to turn completely. "Was it your intention to sound like a cliched human police officer?" He asked, his voice showing no emotion. He'd heard the phrase enough times when he had been a police dog. Usually it was followed by a chorus of sniggers as the officers found it incredibly humerous. Artemis had not meant it as an insult, it was just that most of the things he said happened to be insulting. You had to know Artemis to realise about half the things he talked about.
Sad thing, not many people did know him. He didn't let them. He didn't let people through and no-one really tried that hard. Dogs avoided him because he stared at them. He didn't mean it to be rude or intimidating he just didn't blink a great deal and tended to hold eyecontact. If they kept it back, then they'd gone up a level in his books, his books could be near impossible to get in to. Yet, he didn't let that stop him staring and had already started it on the female, his cool, indifferent stare fixed upon the sitting figure. That was until he caught the sound and the smell of another female. Well wasn't this just his lucky day. This time he did spare the new female a glance, shifting his head around to look at her. Ah, another part bred. Weren't they all. Collie crosses, seemed to be a theme here. He watched her approch with his dark gaze fixed upon her, still keeping an ear back, listening to the movements of the first arrival.
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 17, 2008 15:02:13 GMT -5
Cyanide smirked and her blue orbs flashed dangerously as she laughed carelessly and responded.
"Well was it your intention to sound like a complete pompous jerk? Trust me brute youre barking up the wrong fire hydrant,Cyanide said , her tone raking a rather rigid and cold form.
Cyanide could smell humans on this brute and figured he must've worked with them at some point. Typical. Thinks he knows everything. Well around here, he's nothing. Its high time he learned that she thought irritably. She puffed out her chest and glared at him, also taking notice of the other fae that was now approaching, also a collie mix. Cyanide snorted.
"Oh goody its a Collie parade! Where's the confettti?" she asked in a sardonic tone rolling her eyes. She turned her eyes onto the new fae.
"So vixen, why are you out here? Come to dance with your boyfriend over here?" she asked mockingly as she let her ears slip back against her head. This brute better watch his step with her. She was the ruler of the Cambridge pack and didn't take no ones shit . She wasn't shy about letting anyone know when she was getting miffed either.
"By the way, I'm Cyanide, ruler of the Cambridge pack," she said smirking oily at the brute as her blue orbs caught the sunlight making them glow again. The smirk in teh shadows only made her look more sinster and creepy...which was just how she liked it. She turned her attention onto the fae now. Her lower jaw clamped shut from the pant adn now was closed tightly, jaw muslces twitching. Beside her, the creek continude to gurgle and bubble softly. Her long bushy tail swept from side to side, over the grass. In the distance, she heard a faint clap of thunder and lightning flashed, but the storm was far enough away. But with the air being slightly charged, Cyanide herself was feeling energized and if this brute even dared to step over the line, it would be the last mistake he ever made
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Post by Artemis on Aug 17, 2008 15:40:34 GMT -5
"Well was it your intention to sound like a complete pompous jerk? Trust me brute youre barking up the wrong fire hydrant."
Pompous. Yes, he was, and what's more. He didn't care. He was headstrong, pompous, motivated by profit and in life for the sense of living. He did not care of what people said, and this skinny little female was not going to change his mind. "As a matter of fact, it subconciously was. Although I'd improve your vocabulary if you wish to try and insult me further." Insults tended not to work on Artemis, since he'd been across all of them in his time. And he hadn't found one he couldn't find a retort to. If he found it prudent to retort. Most animals did not qualify for his retort, but he felt in the mood this bright dawn. He generally didn't feel like talking, seeing as he wasn't a talkative wolf, but the first reply he couldn't help. It was in his nature to be snide. He was a true Jekyl and Hyde character. Changing on the flip of a coin.
Artemis pulled back his white tipped paws and pushed himself into a sitting position. Now his tail curved around not just his hind legs, but also around his front. He wasn't looking at either dog any more, but had his eyes half closed, looking around. Her comment about the fire hydrant he had not dignified with an answer. If she thought she was that high and mighty, she wouldn't be talking to such inferior dogs. A leader talked to their subjects as subjects, not equals. You were supposed to inspire and lead them, not the other way. Your job was simple, their job was hard. Yet, she was making the job of leader harder. It was simple. You lead them, they followed. Any disloyalty was punished in a way that was fitting.
"By the way, I'm Cyanide, ruler of the Cambridge pack,"
"You give your name very cleanly. You must be very trusting." The tone of his voice only changed by the very light hint of sarcasm. He hadn't turned hi head to talk to her, he didn't believe her worth it. She seemed to be getting annoyed, a trait that hardly ever bothered Artemis, since he kept his emotions as deep down as possible. His indifference to everything came linked with a carefree. He cared for nothing and no-one cared for him. It worked well, he only cared for a pack. One his own, a leader of such. He wouldn't submit to anything else. "A simple suggestion. To be a leader, I would not let your juvanile sense of humor run away with you. It is not becoming of you." His voice had returned to normal as he looked across at the grey rain clouds. Deep and bruised, bringing the rain across as well as the noise and the light. The bright light. He watched the wind pick up in the leaves of the trees, gusting the clouds across towards them in a large malevolent cloud,
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Post by Molly Moo on Aug 17, 2008 16:24:18 GMT -5
Molly watched, eyes wide as the two mix breeds conversed, both with rude tones. It was pretty much very amusing to her.
"Oh goody its a Collie parade! Where's the confettti?"
At this, Molly burst out laughing. Though not fond of rage, sarcasm was something Molly could relate to. She quited down a bit as the fea continued.
"So vixen, why are you out here? Come to dance with your boyfriend over here?"
This time, only a snicker escaped through her teeth. "Ah, a good suggestion indeed. Though, you forgot to factor in that I especially don't work well with 'arrogant.'" A wide smirk crossed upon her face as she snuck a glance at the male before returning her gaze to the vixen. Molly may have only been here a few moments, but that much of the male's personality should could pick up on.
"Why I'm here is my business. Though, if you really want to know, I am only here for a drink, fea." The smirk grew on her face. She might as well be playing with fire, but she just might be willing to get burned. Now, Molly could admit she does indeed get scared quite easily, to say the least, but she was no coward. Besides, this wasn't exactly rage, was it?
"By the way, I'm Cyanide, ruler of the Cambridge pack,"
Ah, so she was playing with fire. She could respect that. She watched as the shadows made this Alphess of sorts look just that more dark, mysterious, and just downright evil. Though, she kept her own smirk on her face as some storm came closer. The amusement began to show again as the male answered her with no emotions whatsoever. She found this a bit intriguing. But not all that much. It almost was a childish thing to resort to. Almost. Though he portrayed it in such an adult manner. And thus the intriguement. It was all so confusing. She turned her gaze which had, at some time, found its way to the mysterious male, towards the threatening sky. And to punctuate this point, a clap of thunder boomed overhead. What an interesting morning this was turning out to be...
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 17, 2008 18:09:49 GMT -5
Cyanide lifted an upper lip up exposing one white canine. She omitted a low growl to Artemis, warning him that he was playing with fire now.
"I do whatever the hell I want, and I act that way brute. Now you're utterly boring me," Cyanide snarled as she pulled herself up onto all fours and began turning her attention onto teh fae.
"So you liked my response about the confetti huh? I have loads of antics like that, she said smirking at the fae, now turning her back to the brute.
He'd honestly better watch himself. All she had to do was call Harley in and that would be the end of this brute. Harley wasn't one to be messed with or toyed with. Cyanide might be a bit more 'forgivign' than Harley was. She continude to sit by the fae now, flicking her tail from side to side, creating small dust storms. A chily breeze whipped her trio colored fur from side to side to side and in several directions. Her blue orbs were caught on the light making them glow .
"I hear ya. This water is absolutely refreshing! It's as refreshing as a thorn in your pad," Cyanide smirked laughing mockingly. This was her way of being funny. She turned to the fae, now wondering if she was totally dark or neutral/dark. Curiosity got the better of her now as she continued to talk to the fae.
"You know whats even funnier? Watching the lights roll around like they think they own the place, and then falling flat on their asses," Cyanide roared with laughter as she looked at the fae now. "What is your name, Vixen?"
Cyanide cocked her head to the side curiously as she watched the female and waited for her to respond.
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Post by Molly Moo on Aug 17, 2008 20:34:34 GMT -5
Molly watched as a snide comment was shoved into the male's face. Ooh, burn, she laughed to herself, beginning to wonder what was with her today. All these dark thoughts, the downfalling others. Jude's Molly would never think such horrid thoughts. Ever. Though, she was not Jude's Molly any more was she? Jude's Molly had been thrown out to die. And Jude's Molly she was no longer... her deep thoughts were interrupted with a female voice.
"So you liked my response about the confetti huh? I have loads of antics like that,"
She unglued her eyes from the ground just in front of her white-socked paws and a little smile settled on her face, showing only the point of her canine. Nodding ever so slightly at Cyanide, leader of the Cambridge Pack. This was just before glancing just behind the fae, at the brute the vixen's back was turned on for the moment. He sat there, just as intriguing as ever, somehow. She turned her focus back onto the fae before her. The alphess' eyes caught the light and they began to glow. Molly had to admit it at least the slightest bit unsettling.
She watched carefully as, "I hear ya. This water is absolutely refreshing! It's as refreshing as a thorn in your pad," and a sarcastic laugh escaped Cyanide's maw. That smile returned on her face, and she returned a more half-hearted snicker.
"Indeed so, Cyanide" she agreed, smile never fading. The storm seemed ever so nearing as the wind began to pick up quite obnoxiously in the period between a few seconds. This rose her eyes to the rolling black clouds, matching the wind in its arrogance. This shameful weather was teaming up with her mood to ruin her morning, and this was causing a build-up of frustration.
"You know whats even funnier? Watching the lights roll around like they think they own the place, and then falling flat on their asses,"
This caught Molly very much off guard. Never had she heard such evil accompanied by a roar of laughter before. And never, ever had she expected to share the humor in said snide comment. She found herself laughing along, stretching her voice so it matched the roar of the other. It felt strangely good to laugh at this. So different it was refreshing. Vigorating. And she liked the idea maybe too much. But she didn't care. This was the first time in forever she was sincerely laughing. No matter what it was at. And she continued on even when the fae stopped.
"What is your name, Vixen?"
Cyanide's head tilted to the side in waiting for an answer, so she stifled her enjoyment for the moment.
"Molly," she replied. Just Molly," she added to herself. No more Jude...
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Post by Artemis on Aug 18, 2008 12:28:15 GMT -5
"I do whatever the hell I want, and I act that way brute. Now you're utterly boring me,"
Artemis only dignified this with a small movement of his head. He moved it and gave Cyanide a look, very short. Just a glance. If she was bored with him, why did she have to state it. He could be considered boring as he tended not to talk, unless it gave some signifigant value. Like taunting, it held no point. Taunting a prisoner just gave them more time to think of a plan. If you were going to do something to them, just do it. A dark dog, or a light dog as well, tended to taunt and snipe to their captives. A neutral canine will kill you without a word. Practical, without a word, without a sign. More time to do other things. This was what Artemis was, arrogant and proud, as well as intelligent and headstrong. He was convinced he was right.
The clouds were now overhead, directly overhead. Artemis had been watching them with dark brown eyes, letting them come in. Bright and welcomed. He liked rain, it was a natural function of weather. A single drop fell from above, landing in the water with a small splash. The second hit the dust and left a darker patch. The clouds rolled, rumbling like an empty stomach. On the horizen a yellow light illuminated the darkening dawn. It scorched the clouds, leaving them disipated. Artemis counted in his head. Three seconds before the roll of thunder crumbled overhead. With the wind speed that had picked up, the storm would be over them in less than two minutes. He raised his head slightly as the rain came down in unrelenting sheets, dripping off his long coat. The dust around him had become mud and the brook was rushing down, the surface disturbed by the fall of the large droplets.
Artemis listened to the comments of the female canaines. He had nk thought about either side, they could keep their conflict between themselves. He was neutral to their feud, and would not be drawn to either side. His emotions would not be swayed. But, he was curious about why the first female, Cyanide, publisized her rank so highly. He turned his head slowly towards the two collie crosses. "Am I to understand that you are looking for pack memebers?" The question was said without much enthusiasm, as nothing was in his vocabulary. He knew a good few dogs that wouldn't mind being under the lead of the darks, most of which he had done a favour for him and now owned he something. One or two he'd helped escape from the labs and so, of course they were in his debt.
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Post by Cure on Aug 19, 2008 15:47:12 GMT -5
Once alone always alone. Or so it seemed. The days were endless, counting the passing of the sun and the moon was something that fitted into the 'busy' routine she now carried around in her mind. Nothing accompanied the husky wolf cross as she made her way around the city. Paws aching oh so much as she continued on. It never occurred to her that she could rest, stop, take a break, lay back and smell the flowers. That wasn't something she could do, it wasn't appropriate...at least not now. Not until she had a home a place to call her own. Then relaxing could be slid into her mind. But not now, she had to continue, she must continue. Her brain had already put that into her mind...registered it as the top priority. But Cure wasn't so sure anymore. She wasn't sure if her brain was the thing to listen to...maybe her heart was. She had always been told that, listen to your heart. It truly knows what's going on. However she had never taken that seriously, it was just what her adoptive mother had told her when she decided to leave. However that was two summers ago, and she hadn't seen her adoptive mother since. Why she even remembered her she would never know. It wasn't as if she was her true mother, she had ,.. after all,.. only saved her life. Pushing away the thoughts as voices reached her perked towers she instinctively lowered herself to the ground. She didn't want to be seen, not when she was this weak from traveling. Fights broke out easily around these parts, with each pack and what not. Pools scanned the area, darting towards each side, trying to escape their enclosure. Settling upon three dogs she gave a soft snort to herself before letting her bodice stand back at full height.
A mix between husky and wolf, Cure was a well built mix. She took on more wolf than husky, her body lithe and not stocky. The muscles beneath her pelt were concealed with a long coat of hair. Black, white, and tan overlaid and lapped, creating the fur she now wore. Halting briefly, her shoulders relaxed and she shifted her weight. Did she dare make her way down to the other, risk the life she held as her own. The answer was simple, she had to. Paws once more on the move, aching with fatigue, skull held high as towers twitched. Rain began to fall, sliding down her long hairs, breaking the thin oily layer before intruding upon her warmth. She rather liked the rain, it was soothing, calming, storms raged inside her a battle she could not control. She loved the feeling of not knowing what would happen. She loved not being with the good or the bad, she liked being in the middle. Neither passing nor failing….she was just constant. Siding beside the dog called Artemis she nodded a quick greeting. She didn’t know whether to introduce herself or not. To be known by other dogs was a thing she didn’t have much experience with. Standing in a relaxed state, her mind took note of every dog, constantly aware of what was happening should she need to be on her defense. ”Isn’t every pack? “ She spoke mono-tone. Calmly and without hesitation.
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 19, 2008 16:26:26 GMT -5
Cyanide smirked at Molly before turning her attention onto the newcomer. She craned her boa around and looked at the other female who responded to the brute. A faint smug smirk played on her lips now she turned her attention onto the fae.
"Very well said, vixen. What is your name?" She said glancing to Molly to show that she was still paying attentino to her, but also to the new fae. The brute had fallen quiet now, probably realizing that she wasn't the type to be messed with. Inhaling deeply, Cyandie felt an itch forming on her neck and lifted a hind leg up to begin kicking at the spot. She leaned into it so it was much easier for her to reach. After a few moments, she stopped kicking and gave a foreleg a bit of a quick grooming before turning her gaze back onto the pooches gathered around her.
"I myself am looking for pack members. We already have a few dogs, mostly males though. But a vixen would be a nice change," Cyanide said in a monotone. A chilly breeze whipped her fur in several directions but she was used to the cold. For it matched her personality. Molly seemed to enjoy Cyanide's company, so that was a good thing. Cyanide was oddly enjoying hers as well. It was nice to be able to talk to another vixen without having it being a light prissy bitch or a neutral confused mongrel. A shiver of disgust went through Cyanide but she regarded the others, blue orbs catching the light making them glow. Nose twitched every once and a while, the air was crisp and smelled of fall and autumn. The dead leaves were scampering across the ground and the trees themselves looked dead. Perfect. Cyanide smirked and waited.
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Post by Artemis on Aug 20, 2008 13:08:38 GMT -5
It seemed that the place he had chosen was becoming a magnet. The rain drops were coming fast and thick now, thrashing down into the stream and only the dust. The ground was slowly turning from a pale brown to a darker gre-brown. Wet dust that was quickly becoming mud. The colours of Artemis' own coat hardly changed. Black could hardly get blacker. Even his deep mahogany brown patches were staying the same colour. His coat just wasn't one for changing colours. Dark brown, white and black, colours that tended not to change, which they weren't going to do to just defy themselves. Colours didn't, in Artemis' experience, change according to their non-existing will.
"I myself am looking for pack members. We already have a few dogs, mostly males though. But a vixen would be a nice change,"
Cambridge, always looking. He didn't look, dogs came to him. For shelter, for comfort. He wasn't good on the comfort side, that's what his second in command was for. He didn't have a second at the moment, but the new cattle dog that had entered through the roof was a distinct possibility. Strong and quiet, how he liked them. No didn't like winers or wingers. They needed to be themselves, of course, as long as they didn't run to him with irrelevant problems. Some he would sort out, large fights and disloyalty. But smats and petty rivalry had to be worked out on the floor, between themselves. Most of the time he would be around, or easy to find. He spent a lot of time on his roofs, looking over the city.
Artemis stood up, letting his tail fall back down. The very tip, which happened to be white, swept across the dirt, brushing it into the stream, turning it a murky brown. His own dark eyes watches the particals swirl and dance before answering what the female had said. He didn't need to, he could just leave, but felt compelled to do so. "I will be bound to run into you with my own pack." He replied lightly. He stretched forward with his forepaws, his spine bending slightly as he stretched out the stiffness. With a slight shake of his head he straightened up. He glanced over at the husky cross, giving the other female a slight look. A good looking dog to say the least. He held his head up in his traditional, proud way. Taking measured, calm, relaxed steps he walked passed the two collie crosses. His tail was held between his hind hocks, flicking gently in the breeze. The mist was gathering through the crackling storm. He didn't break his step as he left the females on their own. He needed to get back to his own pack, it was growing rapidly and it was his job of protection as well as leadership.
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