Elena.
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Post by Elena. on Feb 4, 2013 23:19:08 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | | [atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2eyf30z.png] » If Gulliver weren't currently on her mission of finding anything to eat but animals she'd have to kill, the dog probably wouldn't be here. The dog had a strong distaste for new places and, though she'd had to force herself to get accustomed to Hades's pack lands, she would have found her stomach violently protesting this new land. Her black nose lifted to the wind, inhaling deeply. Nothing other than a few old canine scents. She sat, head hanging ever so slightly as her paws played across the smooth ground that supported her. The dog found her stomach protesting her new eating habits, but the images that played within her head of those poor, poor animals beat it to a pulp in the long run.
» The black dog finally took the liberty of studying her surroundings. She was sitting in the middle of an old, run-down building, though she wasn't quite sure what it was. She recognized it slightly because she had been to a similar place with her humans, but the dog was never too fond of human words. Especially since she found them to be overly fancy and completely useless. That doesn't mean she didn't pick up on the language, though. She'd only bothered to pick out and learn the words she found would benefit it later on down the road. The ground was smooth concrete that was icy to the touch, but it wasn't blanketed by snow like the rest of the world: probably because of the roof that was held up by more concrete and metal in the form of pillars and beams. The station had a bit of a dramatic look to it, obviously supposed to be one of the humans' greater creations.
» Along the concrete path ways meant for walking were up-right machines filled with expired food. The dog would have been excited if there were a way to get in, but she found her only option would be to break the glass, and she didn't find that to be such an appealing idea. The lights that swung about thirty feet above the dog's head were clearly out of juice. Humans hadn't stuck around long enough to keep those going, so the place was slightly dark, but still light enough to see because of the cold sun outside. Gulliver had never been more thankful for a cold sun than she did in that very moment. She was sure if the shadows had been any larger than they currently were she'd have a mental breakdown from the sinister grins she'd likely see in them.
» At the thought of the unfriendly faces and her mission for food coming to a close, the dog found her stomach twisting, not from hunger, but from anxiety. If she hadn't forgotten her way back to her home in the haze of her mission the dog surely would have flown away from the useless structure. Her face contorted with a mix of emotions: anger, anxiety, worry, and most of all fear. This place was unfamiliar, unclean, and it definitely wasn't some place she really wanted to be at the moment. The dog's ear twitched once, twice, seven times before she felt herself calm down just a little. New places always worried her and, wanting the knot in her stomach to go away, the dog quickly pushed herself onto all four of her feet. She spun in a circle: over and over again until she found herself at least half way calmed down. Finally she gathered the courage required to make her way out of the shadows and back onto her way home.
» Gulliver found herself frozen from head to tail in a split second as the trash came hurtling toward the Earth. And, before she knew it, the female fell in a heap of black fur to the ground: stunned.
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» INCUBUS
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THE F?LI OF DOGS[M:-100]
don't want to let you down but i am hellbound
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Post by » INCUBUS on Feb 5, 2013 5:19:26 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] | | [atrb=background,http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af20/burnscandles/latinmid_zpsbac8c3be.png] Shit. The last thing Latin wanted right now was to run headlong into another canine. She was on a mission. Wait, what was she supposed to be doing, again? Any thoughts about what she was actually doing here in the train station left her mind the second she accidentally ran straight into a pile of trash and subsequently, blinded, into a dog that stood just the other side of the refuse.
Winded, shocked and just a little bit stunned she lay there for a while covered in old wrappers and rotting debris. Oh wait, I should probably get off this other dog, right? Shit. She scrambled to her feet as fast as she could muster but still somewhat overwhelmed, she faltered, stumbled and ended up doing about the least graceful thing on the face of the entire planet as she tripped and came crashing down again. Eventually, trying to scrape together the tiniest shred of dignity, she rolled off and continued rolling, somewhat awkwardly, until she lay a few feet away from the other canine still on the ground. Oh my god, I'm covered in trash. Ugh. She scrambled to her feet, her claws clicking and scraping on the cold concrete beneath her and shook herself to try and rid herself of the trash still clinging to her fur. Refuse went flying in every which way.
Oh gods, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry. I was just trying to get somewhere and I didn't see you. I don't even know why I ran into the trash. It was so stupid of me. I just, I have no idea. I'm so sorry... She caught herself rambling and stopped, embarrassment flushing her face. She lowered her head and spoke quietly, clearly so overwhelmed by the situation that she hardly had the heart to speak. I'm so sorry was all she said, unable to look the other canine in the eye. She fidgeted, shifting on her toes nervously. She should probably get going. She really didn't want to stick around after embarrassing herself totally but she felt like she owed this dog some sort of explanation. She had no idea what to do at this point, should she stay and she didn't know, help or something? But what could she do? She'd already made the biggest possible fool of herself that anything she could or should say at this point would probably just make it worse. She keened towards the other dog. Say something. Say anything, she silently pleaded.
You're such an idiot, Latin she mumbled to herself, under her breath. Oh shit, that was a bit loud. Hopefully the other dog didn't hear it. What if she thought I was calling her an idiot?! She couldn't deal with it. She wanted to get away from here as fast as possible. She looked once more to the other dog and started walking away, head held low and ears drooped because, quite frankly, this put her in a terrible mood and she didn't quite care what she might look like to this other canine right now. She was only a few feet away before she heard a sound behind her and turned her head towards the other dog. Maybe she did want Latin to do something? |  |
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Elena.
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Post by Elena. on Feb 5, 2013 22:19:42 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af20/burnscandles/gulltablemid_zps226bdf1d.png]» It was all a haze. The story was too crazy for the dog to comprehend because everything just happened so fast. But wasn't this the part where she did something? When the female was relieved of the extra weight on her rib cage, she scrambled to all fours in a desperate attempt to get out of the immediate danger. Though the female knew, mentally, she wasn't mad at this canine in any way, her body still reacted harshly. She could feel the dark fur along her back raised and, instantly, she knew her instincts would be kicking in right about................now.
» The female tried to bite back her growl or, in the least, muffle it, but it only came out with more fury than Gulliver liked to admit. She wasn't a bad dog, she didn't go around threatening canines that stepped on her tail. Sure, she'd nip them in the butt, but never a minute after the incident happened. She blamed it on the anger that dwelled in her empty stomach, shaking herself violently to try to get rid of the tangled mess she called her emotions. Finally, her eyes met with the new dog's bright blue ones. She huffed, still not entirely calm, but all was well in the world of the retriever.
» "Oh gods, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry. I was just trying to get somewhere and I didn't see you. I don't even know why I ran into the trash. It was so stupid of me. I just, I have no idea. I'm so sorry..." the dog's head drooped momentarily, "I'm so sorry"
» The words clung to the air like a baby monkey would cling to his mother. And, surprisingly, Gulliver allowed herself to let the words cling. She left the female to feel ashamed of her actions. And, though she may have deserved it, the female didn't like the thought of the awkwardness that lingered within the distance between the two females. She watched, drinking in the oddly colored female's movements as she stood, turned on her heel, and began to walk. A croak escaped Gully's throat, though she knew it was meant to be words, "Where are you going?" The female couldn't bring her lips to form the words, her mouth suddenly try with anxiety. What was she supposed to do? The dog wasn't heartless; maybe she should try to make conversation. It would most likely be awkward, but awkward was better than nothing, right?
» This time, the female cleared her throat and attempted to swallow her own saliva before speaking. And, though the words came out understandable, her voice betrayed her, cracking with the anxiety she was trying so hard to hide, "Wait," Maybe some circles would help. The female quickly spun seven times, though she found herself repeating the process over and over to no avail. She finally got to seven for the third time before she gave up her useless attempts to calm her heart. "I deserve to know the name of my..." she caught herself, realizing what she'd wanted to finish the sentence with. Attacker. So, instead, she finished with a simple, "...friend? Can we be considered friends?" Her head tilted in thought as the female waited for her.... friend to digest her words.
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» INCUBUS
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THE F?LI OF DOGS[M:-100]
don't want to let you down but i am hellbound
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Post by » INCUBUS on Feb 8, 2013 8:36:34 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] | | [atrb=background,http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af20/burnscandles/latinmid_zpsbac8c3be.png] Latin was already feeling like shit, the other dog didn't have to go and growl at her. She said she was sorry. It was an accident. She didn't have to go and goddamn, what the hell? Latin wanted to say something, turn around and defend herself but she just couldn't. She was miserable right now and quite frankly, when she's miserable, she becomes quite pathetic.
Would she ever make friends? Latin was a strange dog. Secretly, she knew that she craved affection, craved attention but at the same time, she was also terrified of contact. Too many bad experiences could breed that into a dog - a need for acceptance but also a deep fear of connection. All she wanted was someone, anyone, to love her, not abandon her or take advantage of her. No, she didn't need a mate, males were far too untrustworthy. What she needed was a friend. Someone to curl up next to at night and talk about all the things on their mind. Someone to laugh and run together. Just someone to be there for her when she needed it. Stop being so goddamn pathetic, she thought to herself and she wished she could. She wished she could be one of those dogs that belonged somewhere, belonged to someone.
She was quite happy to leave this apparently cantankerous female behind and go on her way but then, then, she spoke to Latin. What? Where was the anger? Why wasn't she coming after her to rip her throat out? Wait, did she just say friend? How could they possibly be friends? Latin had ruined her day. She realised she should probably say something. Latin turned around and walked up to the dog, still keeping some distance away but facing her directly. I, uh, hello. My name is Latin. She conveniently left out the "friend" question for fear of embarrassing herself further. "Yes, I want to be your friend, I want to be your best friend. Please lets be friends forever and skip through a field of flowers at sunset together" didn't exactly seem like an appropriate thing to say to a dog you've just met. And you are? She tilted her head curiously and hoped, prayed, that she wouldn't mess this up any further as she waited for the other canine's answer.
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