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Along the river's edge « Thread Started on Jan 10, 2006, 4:06pm »
Cool, crisp liquid flowed smoothly in it's well-formed trail, snaking it's way between the trees with a calming sound. Rocks and defiant trees and plants black the way in some areas, poking proudly out from the center of the riverbed and forcing the liquid to veer off it's usual course and move around. Every now and them the river would try to force such objects out of it's path, slamming against them with a loud crash but it would be of no use. The objects held fast almost mocking the fruitless attempts of the waters that they stood in.
Among these objects was a set of long stilts colored with grays, blacks, and white. Though easily as tall as any of the plants or rocks already out in the water, the two pairs of legs were far more unsteady in their position in the rushing current, swaying and shaking as the river threw itself at them. Still, the canine owner of the four appendages continued forward, trudging across the deep waters with much difficulty. Head down and body in a slightly crouched position to keep his center of gravity at the lowest point possible, the obvious mix managed his way across most of the waterway having to resort to swimming at it's utmost center. Pausing on the shallow bank, the dane mutt shook the harsh fur coat that covered his slender bodice. Tiny droplets of hydrogen and oxygen flew off in all directions, landing with little 'plips' back into the water from which they came.
Broad skull turned, floppy great dane jowls hanging in a loose scowl aimed at the seemingly unnecessary waterway. An aimless walk in the woods had landed the wayward soul at the river's edge with much surprise. He had not heard the sound of the flowing water as he ambled up and only once heavy carcass had broke the dark cover of the forest had the mutt really gotten an eye full of his next obstacle. Jaw parted as a deep sighed lifted from the deepest of chests. No reason to dwell on such pointless matters now for such annoyances were now behind him... literally. Grinning, thick form turned back toward dry land, left fore limb lifting in anticipation of a short trudge to the dirty bank.
The action left the heavy-set creature less leverage however, and the next whoosh from the river overtook the three legs left for the bru to stand upon. Yelping, merle pattern fell beneath the rushing water going out of sight for a moment before reappearing a few feet from it's original position, soaking wet. The usually graceful brute now help himself up on two forelimbs, his hinds still out from under him as if he was dragging the appendages behind him. Tall pointed ears were now floppy and hanging, heavy from the large amount of moisture dropped upon them and dripping on the ends. Not the most prideful picture the male would ever take. Sighing again, powerful stilts heaved soaked bodice to a more efficient standing position and slowly dragged the body to the shore, where it paused. Golden brown gaze shifted to the river's surface, a look of loathing glowing in the dark pupils. "You didn't have to do that..."
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #1 on Jan 10, 2006, 5:29pm »
Rayn's sweet gray-brown eyes darted timidly around the forest. Head low, she padded carefully through the strange shrubs, past errily twisted trees. The sky was the same pale orange it had been for five years now, but today it had an abnormal gray tint. A warning? An omen? The slightest essance of a smirk twitched on the female's lips, covered by her upper muzzle. She had not smiled in....so long. Life had left this, and even though fear lurked deeply set in her eyes, that ran solidly to her bones, Rayn was still strong. In these times pain was a hard thing to escape, and she hadn't managed to be the first to do so. In fact, her four years had been embraced by depression, hatred, and the kind of lonliness that could kill. But she survived...to see another death, another day, another war. It used to be war, until the canines went underground. Then it became slaughtering.
The female's stomach tightened and convulsed. Her lips curled gingerly, and her body shook as the thought passed across her face. This is what the Chambers did to you, a voice commented in her mind, which was as twisted as the trees. But Rayn was not, insane. No. She was smart. Just a little....disturbed.
The wind gently touched the bitch's shoulder. Well, at least it felt like a touch. She swirled around abruptly, and had a growl in her throat that wouldn't sound. Touch was bad. Experience had taught her that much. The brown-patterned female relaxed, when she realized it was a mere imagination. Her eyes widened, though, when she heard the intruption of the river, that had been softly soothing Rayn since she reached ear-shot. Water always did. Even though her history with it was...unpleasant. Preferring instinctly not to think of that, she walked carefully, silently, to see what the noise was.
A large, tall dog with skinny long legs was clambering across the river. The white waters were pushing him to follow the current, yet he resisted. He was trying to get to the same side that Rayn was on, so she hid herself, hopefully so he couldn't see. An old part of her wanted to help him get to the bank, if she could. But fear resumed it's usal place, in control of her actions. Rayn watched as he struggled comically. Her eyes danced with laughter, but no sign of humor could be seen on her face, except an echo. The female's thin, rat-like tail waved once, in response, but otherwise their were no other emotions.
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #2 on Jan 10, 2006, 6:19pm »
Clambering up the steep slope just off the river's bank, graceful creature stopped at the muddy peak, shaking his coat dry once more. Wet, slapping noises emanated from sogging peaks as they smacked the sides of patchy dome in correspondence with the brute's heavy shaking. Water flew off in every direction, surrounding the dane mutt in a shower of mist, highlighted by the pollution-dimmed sunlight. It gave him a very mystic air, almost as if he were surrounded by sunlight itself. Once satisfied that all the moister had left his fine pelt, the tall creature began to move off into the trees, continuing his aimless wandering.
Head swinging low and tail held slightly above his back, sensitive nares picked up an odd tinge in the air and the bru froze suddenly. A silent inhale, then another. There was another dog in the area, but the mutt could not tell whether it was friend or foe. Shifting position, chiseled head lifted high, front half holding rigid as brown gaze skimmed the area suspiciously. Though his expression was neutral, if a little serious, the bru was truly ready for any sort of conflict this unknown wished to throw at him, muscles tense. He had won his fair share of battles in the past and this one would be no different, ending with his opponent begging for mercy and he would most likely deny it. Then, heavy jaws would come down on the other's soft flesh and....
Skull whipped around to the creature's right, cold stare fixating itself on a series of bushes just off the make-shift path upon which he was trodding. It wasn't really a path, more like a slight break in the vegetation. Pointed peaks erect and long tassel held at the highest, deep, commanding voice one would expect a dog of this size to have floated on the wind, landing heavily among the bushes. "Come on out. Once one has been found, one is no longer hiding."
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #3 on Jan 12, 2006, 6:01pm »
Rayn inched away charily as the massive dog approached the brush she had ducked behind. She winced when he spoke, and then realized she had only one choice left. The gray-brown female was a blur as she swept around and ran. Her warm hazel eyes were wide, and cautiously observing every detail she could of the forest, to look for any of the male’s companion, lest he traveled in a pack.
Now, she knew that the dog could probably run very fast, with his leg extensions, but Rayn had been running all her life. Her legs were strong, her body agile and light, and she had excellent reaction time, so even if she was in unknown territory, which the forest was, mostly, the bitch could jump logs and duck branches and curve around god-knows-what. Except for the fact that she had her horrible clumsy moments.
Rayn caught her right forepaw in a tangle of ivy-vines that had sprawled out on the woodlands floor. She landed, muzzle first, against an old tree, that her paws had been positioned to evade. A bruise swelled on her maw, and her jaw throbbed, but Rayn shook her head, swore under her breath, and struggled to dart away again. She was a loner, and personally didn’t care much for company. But to be a loner, meant to be alone, and even though she tried to convince herself that was the only way to go, there were times when Rayn wished she had a mate again. A pup. A friend. But the past had influenced her to leave anyone she was tied to, either by heart or by name.
It wasn’t that she was cursed, per-say, but that anyone attached to her tended to leave, or die. That was why no one in that hell-forsaken city knew her name. They called her names, but she had no one she could call a companion. And that was just the way it needed to be.
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #4 on Jan 12, 2006, 9:07pm »
Calm gaze opened wide as the furry blur darted into view, streaming off in the opposite direction. A member of a nearby pack? Probably off to tell the others of the intruder, something that would result in Tank sprawled dead on the ground. not ready to die yet, the Dane mix followed in hot pursuit, almost running before he had even thought about making such action. Massive head down and tall peaks back, the mix tore through the underbrush. Long legs and massive stride gave him a serious advantage in the low-lying vegetation as he was able to step over it all.
At that side thought, the form he had been chasing suddenly disappeared beneath the bushes and ferns, only to struggle back into view seconds later. As tall form approached, patched hinds curled nimbly beneath heavy bodice, realizing seconds later and sending the brute through the air. Forepaws slammed into the ground on either side of the other's head, trapping its form beneath his massive bulk. Though a slight growl rumbled low in the Dane's throat, jaws remained closed, offering no glances at the well made fangs within. Chocolate eyes landed upon the face of a beautiful fae, causing the tenseness his bodice had fallen into to falter, facial features softening.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" His inquiry was soft, all aggression gone from his muscular structure, though his position remained the same... just in case. Lifting his curious dome, it tilted to one side as another question needed to be answered. "Why were you running?"
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #5 on Jan 12, 2006, 9:52pm »
[ooc: sorry I couldn't get to this. My dad unplugged the comp.]
Rayn stopped. Her paw that had intended to flee hung in the air as her head turned at the tone of his voice. The female hadn't been talked to like that since Calemese had died. Brief pain flickered in her eyes at the memory, and she bit her lip. The dog's words triggered emotions she hadn't felt in so long...it scared her. That was untrue. It wasn't his words, although those required an answer as well, below an emotional level. Rayn stared up at him with suspicious and slightly angry eyes. Angry because he would stir such remorse in her. Suspcious because no males were that kind or gentle, especially to beaten up female like Rayn.
Her voice was supple, but trembling. "What do you want with me?" This was bound to follow with some kind of pick-up line, or force-breeding, or...Rayn ended her chain of thought as she looked into his eyes, full of....appreciation? No. That was, attraction? She was stunned. Literally. The gray and brown female had forgotten what it was like to be actually seen. She could tell he was sincerely asking those questions, not just talking while he looked her over.
Rayn blushed under her fur, and placed a paw as to leave. If his goal was not in his eyes, which she saw seldom, then she'd still be prepared. Her tail lie still, and her hazely eyes fixed on his. He would tell her, indirectly of course, if he was going to make a move on her. The female had learned from many years of running, of hiding, of being a shadow, how to tell what a dog was thinking. But this one was....different. She wasn't quite sure how, but his presense was alarming.
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #6 on Jan 16, 2006, 8:48pm »
Though the mutt had planned to remove himself from the female's personal space, he now feared that she would run again and possibly hit another tree and injure herself. So, he stayed put, standing over her stiffly but without a threatening presence. Thick skull tilted to one side as she answered his questions with one of her own. brown eyes narrowed in slight irritation. he hated it when others did that, it was quite rude. He asked first and it would only take a few seconds and half a breath to answer them. Then you could ask whatever you wanted to know.
Sighing, he decided to go easy on this one. She seemed overly nervous. "Just some answers." In most cases, he'd be demanding that fae tell him something but, after that exhilarating romp through the river, the mutt wasn't in much of a mood to be his usual pushy self. Chocolate gaze traveled both up and down the smaller animals form, looking for any insight into her personality like scarring or obvious physical deformities. Nothing out of the ordinary. Mentally shrugging, dark optics paused on the fem's face. He would get an answer out of her, regardless. Even if they had to stand here all night long, he'd do it. That's just how he was, stone cold and determined. Hopefully, this female wasn't...
((Yeah, kinda short but I really should be writing my global essay right now...))
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #7 on Jan 22, 2006, 12:44pm »
Rayn's brow furrowed, and she glared suspiciously at the male. What the hell? Why would he want anything to do with her? Beaten, alone, ragged, starved, depressed and lifeless Rayn. She was merely a shadow between the destruction and chaos of the post-war, and the beginning of slaughter. Whatever his intentions were, she wouldn't let him into her already messed up world. It would complicate the story even more. She didn't need that now.
The gray brown female took a few steps backward as she spoke, her eyes locked on the form of the Dane. "What the fuck do you mean by answers?" Her voice rose in agitation. Rayn didn't cuss often, but she was honestly confused, and angry that he would bother talking to her. She gave him a look of If you want to force-breed me then get it over with, jerk, but withheld from saying it out loud.
Maybe where he came from, everyone was happy and polite and sweet and all together sane, but Rayn had been exposed to manners like that. In some deep place in her mind, she envied his ability to control his words and actions. The bitch had lost that as well.
Her heart pounded, and Rayn held back her panting. A sign of weakness. But hell, she was weak, and there was no hiding that. The female's white-tipped tail stuck upwards, and she prepared herself to run if he became difficult. Her face still hurt from the impact of the tree, but she tried to ignore it. She tried to ignore the fact that in her heart, which had been misused and unused for the longest time, he had good objectives.
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Re: Along the river's edge « Reply #8 on Jan 25, 2006, 11:48am »
Staring at the fae calmly and assertively, the larger mutt watched as she skuttled backwords a few steps. No hiding her nervousness, it seemed. It was quite a pity as well, seeing a female so potentially strong and confident cringing beneath his chocolate gaze. Something terrible must've happened to this fae, aside from the typical runs-for-your-life that every dog during this time must go through. Or maybe, that's all it was. Something small and simple can easily break an impressionable canine like a small fae.
Taking two steady steps in the other canine's direction, the dane mix lowered his proud dome down to the fem's level, trying to seem less threatening. Though usually cold-hearted with strangers, if this bru would be known for anything, it would be his watchful gaze and guardian nature, protector of the innocent, the knight in shining armor and the like. He never truly tried to be all these things, they just sort of happened when in the presence of the weak or defenseless.
"I asked you some questions but have gotten no answers. That is merely all I currently desire."
It was bothering him, this fae's uneasiness. It made him curious, wondering what could make a dog the way this particular female was. No one was born this scared or uneasy in life, or at least he had never met someone as such. Something, some terrible event of some sort must take place before one gets to be this way. Studying the smaller creature with a curious yet unwavering gaze, the older mutt moved forward another step, tilting his massive dome to one side in an attempt to eliminate all aggression from his form.
"Now, I repeat myself: What are you doing out here and what's with all the running?"
((Oops, sorry. I totally forgot about this... My fault. ^^;))
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