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Post by raven on Dec 3, 2005 18:30:33 GMT -5
Sorrowful cinnamon eyes watched the blue pickup bound away over the paved road, disappearing quickly over the slope of the hill. The wise, mature portion of her knew they would never come back, and she accepted it, deep in her heart. Her shaggy cranium turned as she scanned her surroundings, her dark auds lying back against her head.
She gave a small, deep bark, her other part of her, the puppy she’d tucked away, wanted them to come back, say they were sorry and take her back home to the fireplace and table scraps. Casimir shook her head, her rump falling to sit unceremoniously on the cold pavement, pushing back the feelings she’d kept hidden for all her life.
She rose to her white toes quickly at her display of weakness and turned, padding away from the last sight of the pickup. She weaved through the humans that littered the sidewalk, getting a few stray pets and touches from them as she moved. Her paws padded on in a cadenced fashion, moving the large mountain dog towards a park in the center of the city. She needed a place to think, a place to rest her aching bones and tired feet.
Casimir perked her floppy black auds as she moved amongst the snow covered trees and grasses to stop at a playground, with swings like master’s daughter used to play upon. Scents curled past her nostrils but she ignored them, unused to the thought of territory marks. The Berniese watched the children pay on the swings and throw snowballs at each other before sighing, sitting down under the mediocre cover of a bare tree.
What was she supposed to do now? Where was she to go?
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Dec 5, 2005 14:10:50 GMT -5
A large, shaggy dog wandered slowly towards the play ground, deep in thought. She was sure Val would be alright, she was a tough dog, and Trissacar was a good healer. After all, she was almost better now, and she had almost accepted death in her unconsious hours.
What Reverie was thinking about was... life. It had changed. Not so long ago, it had been only her and Tyrant. She wans't sure what she thought of all these gang members suddenly flooding into the territory. On the one hand, it was good. More protection, more food, more company. But they used up Tyrant's time. She and her best friend used to spend every waking moment together.
Reverie breathed a heavy sigh, and when she inhaled a strong scent hit her. Her head whipped upwards, her tail flicking into a dominant position. Her gait was suddenly smooth, and she leapt nimbly over the fence that surrounded the play ground, lips pulled into a snarl, ignoring the frightened cries of the few children who were in the play ground this late as they dashed through the gate.
"What are you doing here, newcomer," Reverie demanded, stalking over to Casimir, head bent, a low growl rumbling in her throat. "You're intruding."
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Post by raven on Dec 6, 2005 11:12:04 GMT -5
The Berniese glanced up sharply, swinging her shaggy cranium so her dark eyes fell upon the large Estrela that approached her. She too was a big dog, but still probably smaller than Casimir herself. Her dark ads flicked up curiously when she heard the female’s sharp words: “You’re intruding.”
Casimir’s Russet eyebrows furrowed and she glanced at the other dog genuinely confused. “Intruding?” she asked softly, her voice slowly articulating the word. Her dark occuli skimmed over the femme’s posture, the ridged posture, and the upraised tail…
The thought crashed over the older dog. It was like when I herded sheep! Her mind cried out to her. The female was displaying dominance… She felt her head lower a little, glancing up shyly for a moment. “I’m sorry.” She spoke faintly, her auds sliding back to rest against her dark skull.
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Dec 6, 2005 13:59:53 GMT -5
Reverie's growl grew louder as the female repeated her words.
"Yes, femme, intruding," She snarled, taking a step forwards. I'm sorry.
Casimir did look genuinely sorry, as she lowered her head and pressed her ears against her skull. So Reverie let her growl drop, resorting to glare at the mountain dog.
"Why, exactly, are intruding, femme?" She demanded. "And what is your name?"
ooc: Gah! Crapy post! Sorreh![/color]
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Post by Valentina on Dec 6, 2005 14:13:23 GMT -5
Sulking along the fence was the lean shadow of a wolf. He froze and braced himself when kids started running, and he turned to see Reverie glaring down an unfamiliar dog. He thought she was still in the Hollow.
He padded up to the couple femmes, his ears pinned back as he approached. He stopped, looking from Reverie to the new fae and back. "Why do you always have to be so mean?" he asked softly, although his voice held a tone of both pleading and demanding.
((sorry to throw in such a short post lolness...i just want Rev and Laion to have more time around eachother! lolness))
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Dec 6, 2005 14:24:45 GMT -5
ooc: XP
bic: Reverie turned sharply to face Laion as she spoke, instantly taking up her hostile growl once more. Her hackles began to bristle, and she turned her whole body to face the wolf, lips peeling backwards to reveal glistening canines.
"Shut up, mutt," She snapped, her teeth clipping together harshly. "You have no business to ask such a question. Stop sulking and do something useful. Like hunt."
Reverie glared at Laion, meeting his gaze and holding it.
"Well, go on! I have a newcomer to attend to!" She barked, eyes narrowing.
ooc: Lol. Rev's so mean. -pokes-[/color]
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Post by raven on Dec 6, 2005 15:32:10 GMT -5
Casimir opened her dark maw to speak, but another interrupted her. She bristled as the scent of the wolf took her and she felt her hackles rise unconsciously. He was the enemy; he was there to take the flock.
She paused in mid-rise, catching herself as Reverie turned to growl at the brute. He was a friend to her? Strange… the Country dog had never seen normal breeds and wolves living together.
“My name is Casimir.” She stated slowly, her voice barely louder than Reverie’s growling. “Again, I’m sorry for intruding.”
She stood, rising above the dog but not the wolf and a tiny smile crept onto her muzzle, trying desperately to ease the situation. “I didn’t know anyone owned these lands.” She glanced around. “I assumed they were public.”
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Post by Valentina on Dec 7, 2005 13:37:47 GMT -5
Laion braced himself defensively as Reverie's teeth clipped together, his inky auds flicking back. His blue eys met hers, and he wished for the glare his little sister had mastered so well, but all he could come up with was a determined pout as the mountain dog spoke. Again he visibly flinched and his gaze hardened, even though she only said mutt, and he began to fidget and shift his weight.
"I wasn't sulkin'!" he said defensively, glancing over to the newcomer. He saw the beginnings of her hackles rising, and his hackles rose right back, thinking briefly of how he once killed a dog like that. He was surprised he'd remembered...there'd been quite a few that went astray in the woods around hunting camps that never came back out. He blinked at her, forced himself to flatten his hackles, and looked back at Reverie who was still glaring him down.
He gave her his best glare right back, digging into the ground indignantly, then turned on his heels and trotted briskly away as he heard the newcomer rise and begin to speak somewhere behind him.
Once out of sight of the two femmes, he dove into a bush and within seconds stepped back out with a sqealing mouse in his jaws, barely a coating of snow on his deep blue back. He tossed it in the air and caught it again, and the squealing stopped as the mouse went limp, save for its tail which still twitched randomly. He hunted better than anything else he did. He was a wolf. It was in his blood.
He paddeed back over to them, eyes locked on Reverie. He stopped about three feet away from her, mouse tail hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He spat the mouse out, and it landed in the snow not inches from Reverie's toes, where its foot kicked once or twice before it fell still. He threw his hind end down and stared at her, then said, "There. I hunted. Now will stop being mean?"
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Dec 7, 2005 15:46:03 GMT -5
Reverie rolled her eyes with a grunt, turning back to Casimir as she spoke. Something about other mountain dog confused the Guardian, and she wrinkled her nose. The dog's words made her even more confused, and she felt a niggling voice telling her that Tyrant would be a lot more suited to handle the dog than she. This only made her angry, however true it may be.
"How could you not know?" Reverie snapped suspiciously. "Every tree is smothered in My lord's scent. Is their something wrong with your nose?"
Reverie sniffed disbelievinly, opening her jaws to say more. She was interupted, however, as Laion stepped before her again, clutching a mouse in his jaws. Reverie growled.
"Oh, stop whinging," She barked. "And no, I won't." Her gaze twinkled with laughter as she said this, but the soft expression was soon gone again, replaced with Revere's usual hot, angry gaze. She batted the mouse violently back towards Laion.
"I'm going back to the Hollow anyway. You can put this in the pantry." She commanded, then turned to Casimir. "And you, 'Casimir', you follow me. And no funny business. Tyrant'll see you tomorrow morning. He's probably tired now and god knows you're a tiring dog. I've only known you for five minutes and I'm already exhausted," Reverie spat. "I've got my eye on you, newcomer, don't you forget it. You're not accepted yet."
And with that, Reverie turned on her heel, leading the way at a swift lope towards the Hollow. As she moved, she realised that Casimir had not actually asked to join the gang at all. Oh well. Why else would she be in the park? Unless she was delibrately invading... Reverie's eyes narrowed. I don't trust her. She thought decisively, and quickened her pace.
ooc: lol. -pokes Reverie with long stick so I don't get bitten-[/size]
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Post by raven on Dec 7, 2005 21:41:53 GMT -5
Casimir stood, confusion painted on her dark features. True she had smelt the scent of another dog…but that actually meant something here? Back in the country the only dogs around were her and that Border collie, Zip. Neither had actually scented anything to display borders…
She padded quickly after Reverie. The dog was offering her a place to get out of this snow. That was good enough reason for her to follow. But who was Tyrant. He sounded…Bad.
||Erk. Braindead. Work was long and Tiring.||
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Post by Valentina on Dec 8, 2005 10:27:59 GMT -5
ooc: viscious, but she's such a brilliant charrie! I'm still tryin to figure out Laion. Never had a male rp charrie before. XP
The wolf's maw frowned, as his bright blue eyes stared at Reverie questioningly. It was entirely beyond him why she would act like that. His ears flicked back and he recoiled slightly as she batted the mouse back at him, but he remained planted firmly in the snow.
"I'm not whining!" he said, as Reverie began to walk off. "Or sulkin'!" there was a lot more he wanted to say, but he was beginning to understand how quick she would be to turn her fangs against him. Instead he stared down at the ground, trying desperately to figure out why he'd never seen her smile.
He looked down at the little mouse, who laid quietly on its side, and frowned, realizing he had killed the poor little thing for nothing. He dug a small hole with one paw, then nudged the tiny body quickly into its icy grave. He swiped one enormous mitt across the hole, which immediately filled with snow. He patted it lightly, then remembered the other femme. He turned to look at her, and muttered', "Good luck," as she trotted off behind Reverie. He shook his head, watching them go, wondering why she would take such attitude from a smaller dog.
He took his paw off the grave slowly, leaving an enormous print in its wake, uttered a short apology to the mouse, then padded int the opposite direction the two femmes had taken. One kid reached out to touch him, and Laion jumped away from his hand, blinking at him fearfully before he took off down the side walk outside the park.
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