Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2013 21:34:27 GMT
"Speech"
The streets flickered with the dim light that changed on and off through the glimpse of sheet lightening arching across the dark night sky. Her pale coat stuck out like a sore thumb against the dark, broken down buildings consisting of the slums. She shook out her limbs, tongue lounging out the side of her mouth as she attempted to cool down. Her short fur helped keep most of the heat from overwhelming her, but even sometimes she couldn’t handle it. At the moment the air around her was stuffy, humid, arid, dry, without moisture and utterly torturous. She didn’t know what to do, to get over the sweltering, suffering thickness to the air. Her short tail swished against her hindquarters as her lithe muscles expanded and contracted to propel her forward and down the street. Her eyes glittered faintly in the darkness as she heard the ominous rumble of thunder that never seemed to get any closer nor move any farther away. The Doberman tilted her head to the side curiously before picking up her pace, seeking out some place of shelter should the storm break over her head, as it undoubtedly was bound to do, especially since she’d ventured out in the first place. That always seemed to be her luck after all, that if she were to try and do something, anything truly, that she would end up with consequences, or something goes wrong, misfortune turns her way. Spotting an old overhang ahead, the female loped towards it and darted under just as the first big, fat drop fell, followed at an increasing frequency by the rest.
Discordia’s tongue slipped out to brush over her nose, moistening it before she plopped back on her haunches, panting to get her breath back. Once she was sure she wasn’t going to pass out, an exaggeration surely, the young canine took the time to look around, cropped ears flicking back and then forwards once more as lightening split the sky, preceding the thunder that followed soon after. She had remembered and old skill her mother had taught her concerning thunderstorms. Count the seconds in between a flash of lightening and the boom of thunder, and you’d get how far away the storm was. One…two…three…four…shortly thereafter, lightening lit the sky again and she resisted the urge to jump, barely. Her pale eyes were uneasy as she felt fear fill her, worry for what might happen with this storm. It was the first storm since the one that had taken her brother from her. The first one she’d been outside in, anyways, and she wasn’t liking it one bit. Seeing shadows all around her, the paranoid female shuddered, eyes threatening to roll back in her head as she tried to keep calm. Only when she saw the looming figure of a stranger coming upon her resting spot, she yelped softly, eyes going wide even as she pressed back against the wall. ”Don’t hurt me, please!” She squeaked, barely heard over the roar of the rain.
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The streets flickered with the dim light that changed on and off through the glimpse of sheet lightening arching across the dark night sky. Her pale coat stuck out like a sore thumb against the dark, broken down buildings consisting of the slums. She shook out her limbs, tongue lounging out the side of her mouth as she attempted to cool down. Her short fur helped keep most of the heat from overwhelming her, but even sometimes she couldn’t handle it. At the moment the air around her was stuffy, humid, arid, dry, without moisture and utterly torturous. She didn’t know what to do, to get over the sweltering, suffering thickness to the air. Her short tail swished against her hindquarters as her lithe muscles expanded and contracted to propel her forward and down the street. Her eyes glittered faintly in the darkness as she heard the ominous rumble of thunder that never seemed to get any closer nor move any farther away. The Doberman tilted her head to the side curiously before picking up her pace, seeking out some place of shelter should the storm break over her head, as it undoubtedly was bound to do, especially since she’d ventured out in the first place. That always seemed to be her luck after all, that if she were to try and do something, anything truly, that she would end up with consequences, or something goes wrong, misfortune turns her way. Spotting an old overhang ahead, the female loped towards it and darted under just as the first big, fat drop fell, followed at an increasing frequency by the rest.
Discordia’s tongue slipped out to brush over her nose, moistening it before she plopped back on her haunches, panting to get her breath back. Once she was sure she wasn’t going to pass out, an exaggeration surely, the young canine took the time to look around, cropped ears flicking back and then forwards once more as lightening split the sky, preceding the thunder that followed soon after. She had remembered and old skill her mother had taught her concerning thunderstorms. Count the seconds in between a flash of lightening and the boom of thunder, and you’d get how far away the storm was. One…two…three…four…shortly thereafter, lightening lit the sky again and she resisted the urge to jump, barely. Her pale eyes were uneasy as she felt fear fill her, worry for what might happen with this storm. It was the first storm since the one that had taken her brother from her. The first one she’d been outside in, anyways, and she wasn’t liking it one bit. Seeing shadows all around her, the paranoid female shuddered, eyes threatening to roll back in her head as she tried to keep calm. Only when she saw the looming figure of a stranger coming upon her resting spot, she yelped softly, eyes going wide even as she pressed back against the wall. ”Don’t hurt me, please!” She squeaked, barely heard over the roar of the rain.
Words: 504