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Post by s l a w t e r ♋ on Feb 6, 2013 6:23:17 GMT
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I could never escape that feeling, the sense of knowing I was flawed. I couldn't escape the very fact that I could never meet up to anyone's standards. It was a hard concept, even harder to accept; But I had grown accustomed to the idea, I suppose. What other choice did I have? I couldn't beg that doberman for my voice back- I couldn't beg my first owner to take me home. I just had to move on, and maybe someday I'll make something of the soundless life I live. Gods, the world has changed to much in such a devastating way, it really has. Honestly, I was intimidated by it's new ways... As hard as it is to say, to admit. Just another flaw in my head.
The Golden Glory Fields were a common place for me. Somehow, I had an... Obsession, I guess, with the abundance of life here. The fields, despite the rest of the ugly world, had preserved life. Crickets were loud and shameless. The grain had managed to keep it's golden hue, a feat of great endurance. I liked to think that, despite the lack of breath, the lack of a heart, it had control of itself. It had a will... It was a comforting thought, really. Was it selfish of me to think so, though?
My paws were aware of every step below me. It was soft, yet hard; Either way, though, I enjoyed the sensation. I let my paws carry my, unknowing. Living in the moment was always my philosophy since the loss of my brother, and the acceptance of his death. I had to live for him, and I promised to do so. Still, though, I couldn't help but feel the ache of the loss in my heart, my soul. I could taste it, every day. It was a burden, but reminded me of him. I could never forget!
My amber eyes gazed up, towards the heavens, knowing he was looking back at me. I let the sorrow cloud my eyes for now, but somewhere underneath that lay the determination for me to find a purpose, and soon. Whatever I do, may it honor you, my dear brother, I thought to myself, wondering, pondering. What would I do next?
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Post by Sammy on Feb 6, 2013 20:42:37 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/000000000botableeeemid_zps88e78365.png]Bo had a lot to think about, a newly founded pack, dogs to take care of.. to lead? He was in for some work but he was up to it. He just worried in the back of his mind that he may fail. He shook his head, cant think like that. The male trotted on. He was in the golden glory field. It was a nice place, he liked it because it was a bright and living place. Compared to the drab, often grey-hued city, this place was like a big ball of sunshine. Plus he loved the lack of water, sewers and other wet things. He hated water and this place only housed very small streams, perfect for a nice fresh drink- something you didnt see enough in the city.
Bo looked up, his head and back rose above the flowers and weeds, he was a rather tall dog. He sniffed about, snapping at butterflies and bees floating by. It was a place the dog could let go an relax a bit. He hated the constant need for tense awareness in the city.. it was hard to relax. He didnt sleep without muscles tensed. Maybe that would change with more dogs banding together. They could be more comfortable together.
The tan and black tipped dog sneezed as a pollen-infested flower brushed his nose, sending yellow dust all up his nose, eyes and face. The black "mask" was covered in flecks of yellow. Bo shook his head, pawing at his eyes. ery smooth.., he thought. The male's ears perked up as he heard a slight shuffling. He looked around, blinking the last bits of pollen from his eyes and spotted a gorgeous female. He woofed softly, a friendly sound. When the other canine looked up he trotted over. Bo came to a halt a few feet away.
"Why, hello there. I didnt think anyone else came out here much."
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s l a w t e r ♋
-- rook ♜
[M:550]
with b l a c k b i r d s following me , im diggin out my grave -
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Post by s l a w t e r ♋ on Feb 7, 2013 23:52:33 GMT
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My eyes took in the image of the blue sky, memorizing it, taking every cloud and hue in. Was it selfish of me to take so much in? I didn't have time to ponder on it, when i heard a bark. It made me jump, and my heart did so as well. I wasn't used to being... Called to in any way, so it surprised me. I saw a handsome, tan and brown wolf trot his way toward me, and my first instinct was to back away a little, a shy, timid step. I was sure he could see some fear in my eyes, or the fear of judgement.
When he spoke, his voice was smooth. It flowed together, much like waves of an ocean, in a baritone symphony that I found attractive. However, I could not reply to him... I wanted to tell him, however afraid I was, that I came out here all the time. That this was my favorite place to me, cause I saw it as a personificaction of life. I needed to surround myself with such things. For if I did not, I would constantly be reminded of the death that haunts me. I would be reminded of the loss I suffered, and that I could do nothing. Maybe that was why I pushed myself so hard, I pondered. Maybe that's why I wouldn't let myself fail like I had in the past.
But, alas- I could not talk! I had no voice. So, there I was. I tried to see me from his eyes; A lonely girl, her head bent low with fear. Standing there, something in here eyes begging for symphathy. No, not that. Begging for... Well, hoping I would not be judged. I knew I would be, yes. It was much to obvious. My appearance, my morals, my lack of voice.
So instead of saying something, I simply nodded.
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Post by Sammy on Feb 23, 2013 0:10:10 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/000000000botableeeemid_zps88e78365.png]Bo cocked his head, the female paused only to reply with a nod. He blinked and trotted clsoer to her, seeing if she would allow a few sniffs. She was new, to him anyways. Bo shook his head, flicking a fly away from his ear. He sat down and looked at the strange dog. He did need new members.. strange as they may be. He didn't intend to but he did find her strange.. not in a bad way of course. But she was fascinating, she had an aura.. maybe it was just because he hadn't seen many new dogs as of late.
Bo shook himself from thought, he was probably coming off as rude or just as strange as her. He smiled, ear flicking forward. His curly tail wagged slightly. "Well then... I'm Bo, alpha pf the Westwood dogs. Who may I ask, are you?"
It was a rather open, friendly place and it seemed to reflect on his own mood. He sat down, tan fur ruffled slightly by the wind. Maybe his pack would gain another member, it was a start at least? And this female was friendly enough, though not talkative it seemed. He would like to get to know more of her though, she was a healthy, pretty dog. Bo closed his eyes for a moment before realizing she still hadn't replied. He looked at her curiously. He understood shyness but.. not a word.
"Are you alright?"
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s l a w t e r ♋
-- rook ♜
[M:550]
with b l a c k b i r d s following me , im diggin out my grave -
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Post by s l a w t e r ♋ on Feb 25, 2013 4:43:22 GMT
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The male stepped closer to me, and it took an ounce or two of my strength to stand my ground. My ears lowered to the side of my head, showing wariness and shyness. When he introduced himself as the Westwood alpha, my ears perked up immediately. Bo, his name was- I found it cute, to say in the least. I didn't know how to reply to this, however, with bodily language. It would be a challenge- One I would need to ponder on for awhile. However, I didn't really need to. Apparently my silence lasted longer than I expected, because it wasn't before long Bo spoke to me again, asking if I was okay.
I was fine- I was also, not fine. I wanted to tell him I couldn't speak... But, that, obviously was out of the question. Instead of, well, talking, I nodded my head, not so shyly. It was a more evident nod, not a reserved one like earlier. I thought now, of how I could tell him. I decided, no matter how dumb i might look, to try. I opened my mouth a little, and my eyebrows furrowed- While my mouth was open, i shook my head, hoping he would get the point. I can't talk! I wanted to say, so desperately.
I looked at Bo's dark eyes, and hoped he could see me, and all of me, in my own. See all my traits, including 'mute.' At the same time, I was afraid of what he might see. Afraid that him, the alpha of the pack I desired to join, would judge me so heavily. I was also afraid I would turn my gaze from his-
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