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Post by Neytiri on Nov 19, 2013 18:36:19 GMT
"Speech."
The sun was once again hidden behind a thick grey sky as snow fell heavily, the wind biting Butch like several seriously pissed off bees. He flattened his ears to his head as he tried to see through the snowfall, though really he could only see a few yards ahead. He growled in frustration, forcing himself to keep going even though the cold made him tired. He wanted to just lay down and sleep in the deep snow, but he knew he couldn't for obvious reasons. The large canine stopped once more, lifting his head to look around. To his left, he saw a darker grey mass. A large building. A building... Meaning shelter. He could warm up and sleep. He changed direction and headed straight for it, running through the snow, though it was more like jumping through the snow. When he was finally close enough, he saw it was actually a prison. He chuckled softly. Oh joy. A prison. He saw the front doors were broken in, and he hopped through easily. Proceeding to shake the snow off his pelt, he perked his ears forward.
This would be perfect. He shook his coat once more and walked forward, his nails clicking softly on the cold cement floor. Without the freezing now and the biting wind, he could feel himself warming up, getting stronger once more. He sniffed the air curiously and caught several scents. Rats, mice, something dead somewhere in the building. He sniffed again. Dog. Meaning possible food. Thanks to the snow, he hadn't had a meal for a few days, and he was starving. He tracked the scent, following the trail, and was led to a jail cell on the second floor. What he saw was a collie, female by the scent. The smaller canine lifted her head and immediately leaped to her feet. Butch bared his sharp teeth, his body language a clear threat. The other dog cowered as Butch cornered her. "Don't be scared, love." He taunted. "This won't hurt a bit." With that, he lunged forward, killing her quickly.
Soon, all that was left was scraps of fur. In winter, Butch would eat it all, bones included. Nothing could go to waste. He licked his bloodied muzzle, laying down and yawning widely. Now that he was warm with a full belly, he could relax and possibly sleep. He laid his head on his paws, yawning again and closing his eyes. Hearing a sound, his head jerked back up. But it was dark. His ears flew forward and looked out a nearby window. It was night. Now the darkness made sense. The shepherd sniffed the air, standing up and listening. Whatever it was, he was sure he could handle it. All the same, his muscles tensed as he prepared for a fight. Maybe another dog looking for shelter? Or a foolish cat that was curious about the scent of blood that still hung in the air? Butch waited in silence, watching the only entrance into the cell. |
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Post by mayday on Dec 9, 2013 22:49:27 GMT
Everyone is a moon, Fear engulfed the female, as blackness surrounded her. Her cream colored fur bristled at the ends, as she crept over the street of the dark city. Dark, chocolate eyes scanned the area, but nothing could be registered from the darkness that winter twilight brought. Frantically, the small girl picked up the scent from a warm body, and with reaction time to think about the unfortunate consequences that following this scent could bring. Quickly, the small dog raced across the street, darting inside the building without realizing what the shelter was. She entered the building, relieved to away from out in the open, away from the cold streets, and inside a decently warm building. She shook her coat, shaking the flakes of fallen snow that landed upon her thick double layered coat. The darkness that consumed the inside of the building, frightened Nala just a tad bit. It was lighter outside, between the twilight’s horizon and the dimming street lights that stood along side the road. The female dog stood in fear, as she wasn’t expecting the overwhelming darkness that the unknown prison had captured. Her fur bristled, as her tail slowly moved in between her legs, lowering her body to the ground, the smell of fresh blood entered her nose. Panic ran through the female’s body, as her eyes scanned the area around her. Unfortunately, her eyes did not adjust well in the darkness, and the danger that laid ahead of her was as hidden as the monsters underneath a child’s closet.
Quickly the female moved deeper inside the building, her body clinging close to a wall, as her sides heaved in a fearful manner. Ears laid flat against her head, as the only comfort that the shepherd mix felt was the wall touching her flank. Her body shook, as she waited for the monster to come out from the closet. Waiting, she stood, straining her ears for any signs of a nails growing closer to the small female. Mental images of the monstrous beast played in her mind, ripping her to shreds, treating her the same way he did the other being that covered the prison with the tangy scent of blood. Frozen, the female stood, waiting, listening, preparing to get attacked from all angles. Chewing on her lip, the female did not know what to do. If another canine, feline, or creature of the night were to attack the Chinook mix, there would be no fight, no war against the treacherous beast, just an easy kill and a gullible meal. Gulping down a dry lump in her throat, Nala’s inner voice talked to her. Telling her things of positive ideals: that the blood is just the natural smell of the building, that the blood is from an old kill weeks ago, or that the scent of fresh blood was just a fragment of her imagination; but either way, there was a large portion of doubt to her optimistic beliefs.and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody
AMOUNT; four-nine-one
NOTES; Yay! First post with Nala! Super excited. Sorry about the wait.
MUSE; Medium high.
TUNE; Miguel on Pandora
LYRICS; Mark Twain
TAGS; Butch&&Neytiri |
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Post by Neytiri on Dec 10, 2013 4:37:06 GMT
"Speech."
He growled softly as he listened, and smelled the fear scent of another creature. His nostrils flared and he stepped forward, head high and ears forward. But as he turned the corner, he saw a young female and he halted in his tracks. He narrowed his bright amber eyes at her, taking in every detail. He snorted softly, taking a few steps closer so he was right in front of her. The large male lowered his head, giving her shoulder a curious sniff. He growled softly as he lifted his head once more. He knew he had the advantage in every way. He was bigger, stronger, probably faster. And she was already afraid of him. He could smell it. "Hello, love." His voice deep like rumbling thunder, yet soft and sweet like honey. "What brings you to my paradise?" He asked. His actual 'paradise' was the junkyard, but there were too many memories there for him to stay. After the death of his brother, and his own near ending, he had been forced to leave. Lay low for a while. He still had the fresh wound of his right shoulder to prove it. And the coldness was not helping. His leg was stiff, and it showed as he tried to not limp as he circled her. His limp was barely noticeable, but you could tell he was injured. And the fight with the collie did it no good either. But he would bare it for the sake of showing no weakness.
He sighed softly as the cold wind blew in from a nearby hole in the wall, a large hole, and he grudgingly waved his tail for her to follow him. "Come, I'm in a sheltered room." He offered reluctantly. Even if he was going to kill this dog and possibly eat her, he wanted the meat to be fresh. Warm. To ensure that, he had to protect her from the elements. He led the way toward his cell. Even with his injury, it was easy to see the power in his shoulders and back legs. He limped forward and laid back down in a corner, twisting his head to lick his still fresh wound. It hadn't completely healed, and the fur around it was still growing back. Satisfied that it was clean, he turned his head back toward the female. "So what's your name, chica?" His mexican accent was also easy to identify with his sugary tone. He flicked an ear as he waited, somewhat impatiently, for her to speak as he went back to licking the gash in his shoulder with steady strokes of his pink tongue. |
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Post by mayday on Dec 19, 2013 5:21:31 GMT
Everyone is a moon, A voice reached out to her, it was as smooth as honey, and as deceiving as black ice. Her ears twitched to the sound of a male’s voice, as even more fear sparked down the girl’s spine. Wiggling her nose, her tail bristled, as his voice asked more questions. Thoughtless mind raced for words to reply back too, but she just stared off in silence. Her eyes scanning the darkness, until the sight of a german shepherd appeared in front of her. Now, her small golden body shook even more, as her lips trembled with fright. Paradise? Her voice creaked out, it was somewhere between a whisper and an absent echo of sound. Why would anyone want this bloody, smelly, dark building as their paradise? It wasn’t anything that Nala imagine as paradise. It wasn’t sunny, warm, or filled with endless green grass, with large rolling hills.. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She wondered what made the male so inclined to like this gloomy prison so much, that he thought it was ideal enough to even be considered perfection? Gulping down a dry mouth, she scanned over the shepherd. He was much larger than her, and the smell of fresh blood dripped off his breath like how innocence dripped off her.
Suddenly, a cold wind entered the building, causing the young girl to shake even more. She clung to the wall, holding on to some sort of solace. She quivered as he told her to come further into the darkness, distrust screamed at her, instincts telling her not to follow, but her paws lifted behind his large shadow, as she traveled quietly behind him. She walked low to the ground, clearly a female in a fearful position. As he took her into another room, warmth quickly engulfed her body, as the harsh conditions from the winter night could not reach the place where they stood now. She watched him walk to the end of the room, examining his body closely than she had before. He was indeed a handsome male, one with power and a hungry lust about him. As she watched him, she noticed a slight limp to his gait, and as she stood there, she watched him run a pink colored tongue along a healing wound. A questioning look was given to him, but she knew that she would not gain enough courage to actually ask the shepherd about his battle scars. Besides, she didn’t want to hear how he gotten hurt, it wasn’t her business, plus, she didn’t want to completely know her faith before it was too late to do anything about it. As he spoke again, his Spanish accent lingered ever so lightly in his next question, as Nala’s ears perked up to this. Why was he being so friendly, when she could openly see the darkness that overwhelmed his essence? Nala. She replied dryly. and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody
AMOUNT; four-eight-four
NOTES; I'm sorry, i will get better with posting timing.
MUSE; Medium high.
TUNE; Nirvana on Pandora
LYRICS; Mark Twain
TAGS; Butch&&Neytiri |
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Post by Neytiri on Dec 19, 2013 18:31:29 GMT
"Speech."
He looked up at her and snorted. "So your a dog, that's named after a cat?" He shook his head and watched her for a moment before deciding that giving his own name would do no harm. "My name is Butch." He said flatly, getting up and laying back down near the entrance. He wouldn't stop her from leaving if she wanted to, but she had snuck up on him when he was sleeping. He'd be damned if he let that happen again. He stared out a nearby window on the other side of the room, a small one, but still a window nonetheless. The sky was turning a soft grey, and Butch knew the morning was upon them. He yawned widely, his sharp teeth glinting in the darkness. He looked at Nala. "You can get some sleep, chica. I won't hurt you." He was surprised by the truth in his own words, but he quickly shoved the friendliness away. "If I intended to harm you, I would have done so already." He reasoned softly and lowered his head to rest on his paws, his ears forward as he stayed alert.
The canine remained quiet for a long moment before sighing softly and getting up, his stomach rumbling at a noticeably volume. "Stay or go, I don't care either way, but I'm hungry. If you want some food, you can stick around and I'll bring some back." He muttered and left, heading outside where the snow had stopped falling. He sniffed the air briefly, picking up the scents of Nala, a cat, and some other animal. He followed the scent as it led him out of town. What he saw made his mouth water. A small deer, no older than a half a year he would guess, wandering around. His eyes locked onto his target. Where was it's mother? He shrugged and started his hunt. Creeping slowly and staying undetected.
A while later, he dropped the animal in front of Nala, licking his lips. "Breakfast, if you want." He said and watched her for a moment before he started to eat his fill. Soon enough, he was full and laid back down by the door, licking his bloodied lips as he guarded the room and his kill. If Nala wanted some of the deer, then Butch would let her. He caught it from them both, afterall. He rolled onto his side, his golden eyes still watching the window as the sun seeped through and shone down on him. He let the rays warm him, and thought about how spring might finally be coming. He couldn't wait for the warmer weather. |
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Post by mayday on Dec 19, 2013 20:27:49 GMT
Everyone is a moon,
The shepherd’s response to her name was something the collie mixed had never heard before. A questioning look entered her eyes, as her lips formed into words. A cat? What? Chocolate eyes warming up to the shepherd, as they set upon his own golden orbs. The shepherd spoke his own name, soothing Nala’s own nerves. For some reason, a small trust was starting to from between her and him, and her guard that was usually up and locked down, was beginning to open. She watched him as he circled around her, blocking off the only entrance to the room. Tilting her head, she looked at him. He was very handsome, strong, muscular. There was something about him, that the simple cream colored girl found attracting. She bit on her lip, as her eyes stayed stuck to his body. His next words shocked Nala, as the promising of safety escaped his mouth. She breathed in, a relief sigh, one that was well needed, and every anxious emotion that was trapped inside the Chinook female, was released immediately. At the thought of sleep entered her mind, she started to feel fatigue dance around her. Nala’s mouth opened, escaping a yawn, as she looked around the room. There was no where soft to sleep, expect for the cold hard floor that they sat under. Wrinkling her nose to the thought, Nala gave in, lowering her body to the cool stone floor.
Daylight was coming, and the thought of sleeping during the day, was foreign to the girl, but staying up when sleep was needed, was even worse. The female’s grazed turned back to the shepherd, as a slight, friendly smile spread over her maw. I hope you’re being honest. She replied, giving her full trust into the male, for it seemed only reasonable at this moment of time. It was too late to turn back now, too late to try and escape, and if the shepherd male was being truthful of his words, there was nothing to worry about, right? Silence surrounded them, which was no problem when it came to Nala. She preferred the silent noise over senseless conversations, and even without the promising words from Butch, silence soothed Nala even more. Resting her head upon a tan colored paw, she looked up at Butch, a tint of lust sparkling in her own eyes. When he offered to bring back food, the attraction that grew in her eyes, only grew bigger, and the girl gave a quiet nod to his response. She watched as he left, leaving the room without a good-bye or farewell, but either way, it wouldn’t bother Nala. Conversations was something the anti-social female wasn’t too good at having, and the lack of them, she highly appreciated.
When Butch came back, the smell of blood and death lingered on his body, as he carried a fawn in his jowls. Licking her lips, the girl’s stomach growled, as the smell of fresh meat entered her nostrils. It was awhile since the female had a fresh meal, one still warm when eating, and one that wasn’t rotting in areas, or decayed in others. Thank you. She replied, quickly running her tongue over her lips, as she ate next to Butch. Silence overwhelmed the room, as the only sound that could be heard was the sound of flesh pulling and jaws smacking. Sooner or later, both canines ate their fair share, sitting in the room with full bellies and tired eyes. An appreciated look came over Nala, as her tail wagged ever so slightly along the dusty stone floor.
and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody
AMOUNT; five-nine-seven
NOTES;Nala's so cute<3.
MUSE; Medium high.
TUNE; Nirvana on Pandora
LYRICS; Mark Twain
TAGS; Butch&amp;&amp;Neytiri |
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Post by Neytiri on Dec 26, 2013 16:25:07 GMT
"Speech."
Butch watched her for a long moment, trying to decide what to do. The only dog he was used to being around for more than a few minutes, because they either run away in terror or he kills them, was his brother. Who had started a fight he couldn't win. Butch had almost been killed as well trying to save his brother. Even as he thought of the fight, his shoulder still throbbed painfully. He craned his head to lick it clean, sighing when he was satisfied, and laid his head on his paws. "Don't mention it, chica." He said softly, closing his eyes. He once again fell asleep easily, but his dreams weren't sweet. He dreamed of the fight in the junkyard. His brother having started a fight with three wolves over a carcass that wasn't worth fighting over. He hears the yelping, the snarling, barking. The sounds of battle. Butch races to his brother's aid, and gets there in time to see his brother's throat being ripped out, one wolf already dead on the ground. Blinded by rage, Butch leaps into the fight, killing another opponent, but is defeated by the last fighter, and is chased. The wolf lets him go with enough wounds to remember him by. But as he turns to look, he sees the wolf stalking toward another dog. She's pretty, her cream colored pelt shining in the sun. She's crouching low to the ground in terror as the wolf stalks toward her. Butch recognizes her. Nala! He snarls as he tries to reach her, desperate to save her as the wolf kills her quickly...
Butch leaped to his feet, wide awake as the sounds of the wolf echoes loudly in his ears. He looked around frantically, and saw Nala in the corner of the room, and realized it was just a nightmare. She was safe, there was no wolf, and his brother was still dead. Butch sighed softly and walked closer to Nala, stepping lightly in case she's asleep. As he came closer, he lowered his head and sniffed her briefly before laying down beside her, gently pressing against her to reassure himself that if trouble did come, she was right beside him, so he could easily defend her. He watched her for a few long moments, the room steadily growing darker again as the day ended. He snorted softly. He was certainly sleeping a lot lately.. He shook his head and laid it down across Nala's back, watching the door to the cell with alert eyes, listening closely. He had failed to protect his brother, he'd be damned if another canine under his care got hurt. The thought amused him. He was already damned. Even if there was a doggy heaven, he surely wasn't going to end up there when he died. He'd be lucky if hell accepted him. Or maybe he'd just go into that nothingness that souls went when neither side wanted them. He snorted softly. As if even of that even existed. Butch didn't really believe in anything of sort. In his opinion, it went down pretty simply. Your born. You live. You die. That's the world he believes in.
As the moon rose and sank, the morning sun strengthening the light in the small room, Butch raised his head and yawned, shaking his head and getting up on long, stiff legs. He shook out his pelt before stepped over Nala, hoping to not disturb her, and went back to his post by the door. Once there, he stretched his muscular legs and sat down, ears forward, as he looked at Nala. The nightmare was still clear in his head, and he scented the air for the scent of wolves. He closed his eyes, picking up no such scent, and murmured quietly to himself for a moment before going to the window and rearing up on his back paws. The window as broken enough, but still too tall for Butch to see through on all four paws. His eyes scanned the city of Hexasol in front of him as he thought about where the day would take them next. He lowered himself to his four paws and nudged Nala roughly. "I'm ditching this place. You can come with me if you want." His words rumbled with his deep voice as he headed for the entrance of the building. |
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