.this type of thinking.[could do us in]-open.

[.Shadow.]

.Shadow.
-.I hold your letter in my frozen hand.
The last line was long,
As long as it burns,
My look carries on.-

With a sigh, a form heaved itself to a standing position upon tired, bleeding paws. Head was heald at shoulder level, ears pricked intently forward and tail heald curled at the tip like a sabre, just below haunch level. Sharp claws of the animal clicked dully against the pavement as she moved, her pace being a slow, reluctant walk as she made her way down the busy sidewalk. Every once and a while a curious eye would wander her way, and when daring hands reached out to close, a snap of the canine's potentionaly lethal jaws would send then scrambling for safety. Of course, the unintelligent two-leggers would never learn to keep their distance from a tired stray.

The dog's crimson optics danced around, surveying her surroundings carefully. None of the people who worked at the pound seemed to be around, nor any humans who posed any kind of threat. Though, one thing did catch her attention; the loud commotion coming from the fenced-in park across the street from her. The sounds of many dogs gathering in one place reached her pointed ears, which pricked tencly forward with sudden curiousity. Eyes sparking with sudden amusement, the female quickened her pace, lifting her head as she loped across the road and haulted at the chain-link fence surrounding the place. Black nose twitched as she attempted to sort through thousands of scents that teased her nostrils as she looked about, finally catching sight of a large, brown sign. On it, the fem read; Dog Park. Well, simple enough name; short and to the point. Naturally anti-social, this isn't a place Shadow usually frequented; in fact, it was the first time the mutt had ever seen the place. But curiousity over whelmed the mongrel, and so she scrambled through a small hole in the fence and entered.

Instantly she was surrounded by maybe over a dozen dogs and their handlers. Surely, some strays were hiding here as well, mingling secretly with the house pets while they protended to have owners as well. Sporting a loose, chain choker collar herself, Shadow could pass as a house-pet; a mal-tempered, malnourished one, but atleast she had the collar. Turning toward a large oak tree in the middle of the place, the Siberian Husky and Alaskan Malamute mix trotted quickly forward, getting caught up in multiple games of tag played by the more enthusiastic hounds. Escaping from those, Shadow found herself in the middle of a scuffle between two more territorial males. Snapping and snarling her way out of that, the pure black fem quickly rushed forward, finally making it to the safety of the oak tree. There, she sat down upon muscled haunches, shivering at the aspect of being around so many dogs. Just the thought of becoming a house pet ever caused her upper lip to quiver, her blood-red eyes sparking with hatred. "Damn two-leggers," she hissed between clenched fangs, before settling down and relaxing only slightly, curling her fluffed tail around her haunches.

-.With every word another feeling dies.
I'm left here in the dark, no memories of you.
I close my eyes,
And it's killing me.-

[twilightmemories]

“Hectic for you?” A feminine voice spoke clearly from beneath a shadowed oak. A female German shepherd, pure white, lay seemingly placidly beneath a tree, head, paws, and eyes pointed out to the surrounding chaos. Though the white shepherd didn’t make eye contact, or even acknowledge the other female was there, it was obvious whom she was talking to, for there was no one else around. She had been watching with some interest as the rugged femme made her way toward herself. The black female seemed to hate the frolics as much as she, Twilight, did. Twilight also noticed the canine did not come in with a human, and she presumed she was a stray, even with the miss-leading collar. Still not moving from her position on the ground, Twilight thumped a feathery tail when she saw her human jogging along the inside fence.

[.Shadow.]

.Shadow.
-.We die when love is dead,
It's killing me.
We lost a dream we never had.-

It was the stench of a new canine near her that first caught the female's attention. Her black nose twitched, curiousity sparking in crimson optics, gaze dancing around the crowd to find the sorce of the scent; it was mignled with the putrid smell of human, so obviously she was looking for a pampered house pet. Then, the other's vocals stung Shadow's pointed harks; both her ears and eyes jumped in the direction of the sound. Spotting the white German Shepherd laying close to the oak tree, she turned her regally pointed muzzle toward the other fea, her top lip twitching at the other's words. "What's it to you, house-pet?" The mix snarled out harshly, rolling her eyes as the white dog wagged her tail as it spotted its owner. "That's your human, eh? Pathetic, the way your kind depends on them so."

It was true to say that the white shepherd was in better shape than Shadow, herself was. But still - the mutt was alive, correct? And with no help from those self-absorbed two-leggers. With a roll of blood-red eyes, the black bitch shifted her weight to her left haunch with a discontented sigh. Bordem was found quickly these days, and this other dog was surely not striking up a conversation interesting enough to stay to long for. Plus, meat stolen from the humans was on her menu today; that was an appointment the shepherd mix couldn't miss.

-.The world in silence should forever feel alone,
'Cause we are gone and we will never overcome.
It's over now.-

[twilightmemories]

Twilight wasn’t fazed by the female’s rudeness. She continued to stare un-emotionally out into the surrounding dog park. A nasal sigh pushed its way though Twilight, her side heaved in and out. It was obvious to see the large female, close in size to the one sitting neer her, was very relaxed. This was odd for the white female, usually she was very uneasy around strangers. Twilight didn’t seem to feel threatined by the hostile female. Dependant on humans? Tell me, were do you scavage your food from? Twilight looked at the other female as she spoke. Pausing for a moment, she blinked purposely, then turned her head back, planning on leaving the subject alone now. And please, call me Twilight. You say ‘house-pet’ with such spite. Twilight had such a neutral tone, it infuriated some people who desperately wanted a reason to hate her. Well, they wouldn’t find it from her tone.

[.Shadow.]

.Shadow.
-.The vultures are waiting for what's left of us.
What can we take?
It all has no worth, if we lose our trust.-

She had to admit; the female had a point. But hell if Shadow was going to admit that. The fem snorted, though let the subject drop without admitting defeat nor making another comment. Standing for a brief moment, the mutt shook her bodice quickly to rid her fur of any dust that had accumulated while she was sitting. Of course, the stray couldn't care more of a flying rat's ass whether or not her pelt looked acceptabley clean to others, or herself for that matter. But she needed a reason to stand, to stretch her ever stiff muscles. Plausable reasoning to her bordem could be because this conversation with the white German Shepherd was going completely no where. A waste of her time, even, as Shadow saw it.

But she stuck around for no apparent reason, finding this place suitable enough to calm her erge to have company, even if it was for only a short while. After all, most if not all canines have that natural need for companionship - Shadow's desire just seemed to be lower than most dogs. With a sigh, the mutt sat back on her haunches, crimson glare turning toward Twilight expectantly. "And why shouldn't I spite you? Your kind seems to look down on us so much, it makes me sick." She nearly spat the words out, resent toward humans - not directly toward Twilight - clearly showing in her growled-out tones. "I'm called Shadow." She muttered after a moment of silence had clung to the air between the two shepherds.

-.They're coming closer, want me and you.
I can feel their claws,
Let me go now.
Try to break free,
And it's killing me.-

[twilightmemories]

The fae sounds like she had some bad experiences with house dogs. Twilight had the unpleasant stereotype of stuck up house dog. As an often misunderstood dog, she had gotten a lot of spite from the strays back at home. She guessed here was no different. Well, she wasn’t looking for a way to prove she was like many other house dogs. Twilight sneezed quietly as Shadow shook dirt and dust from her pelt. She snuck a quick glance up at the femme, watching her reaction when she sneezed. Although Twilight didn’t prefer the dirt they strays had, but she understood. When you spend almost all of your time trying to keep yourself alive, there wasn’t much time for grooming. She understood and respected that. Besides, humans seemed to have a knack for keeping things clean…atleast…most did.

They sat in silence a bit longer. Twilight enjoyed it, but didn’t want to let the silence get awkward. What is it like, were you live? Twilight asked. At this time she stood up. The females were about the same in stature, but the white femme noticed the trimmed down look of the other’s muscles that she didn’t have. Twilight’s slightly wary respect grew for the female as she studied her. Shadow was very interesting dog, even with her not-so-tasteful idea of house dogs.

[solisticeofwinter]

I'm Bad.

After leaving the dreary stench of the Waste place behind, the large Doberman strutted through the streets, his grayish blue fur gleaming. His tan extremities were were regaining their formal color after garbage stained the color. Over grown nails clacked on the concrete as he trotted mischievously. Running havoc was a favorite of his. Several humans with their filthy slaves were heading into a large, gate park. Perfect.. He sneered. The dump had given him time to think upon the past, and now he put that away to join the present.

Pristine blue skies with white obscuring clouds lead a bright and sunny day. The sunhigh light warmed Arsenic's cold body, and his icy blue eyes darted around dangerously. He stepped off the path, his Head high with cropped ears erect, short docked tail posturing his confidence. He didn't need a hole. Just a clear jump and a small house pet to do his work. Free of his chain collar, Arsenic felt jubilant and free from the cruelties of his past. His instincts to kill burned hot, fierce desire in his cold heart.

He darted into some nearby bushes. And he crouched low and smoothly. The dog scent floated tantalizingly into his black nostrils. Tan legs stiff with excitement, drool dripped from his sepia snout. He waited low.

The bushes contained prickers, but Arsenic was unbothered by the mild discomfort. His discomfort lead to someone else's grief.

He waited, and the humans in the gate were preoccupied with themselves. Quietly, Arsenic sprinted to the gate and stood on his hind legs. The gate was high, but agile and muscular, Arsenic puffed and panted and pulled himself up the fence. He leapt down. Dogs of all shapes and sizing poured over to meet him. Acting calm, Arsenic let them chatter. A medium size Border Collie came up to him. The dog glared with that Border Collie stare.
"Ay! I know youse. You killed dat dog at da Waste place!"

The Border Collie looked at him and growled. An alarmed owner shouted about 25 feet away. Arsenic pulled his lips to a grin and growled,"You betcha Bud!" Arsenic as quick as an adder's strike, struck the Collie across the shoulder, unbalancing him. Alarmed, the collie tried to run away, but Arsenic pounced and sank his teeth into his neck. Savagely growling, Arsenic thrashed his head about, hearing the roaring barks of the dogs around him and the alarmed owners scrambling to protect their dogs. The collie screamed as Arsenic cracked his foreleg in his teeth, violent ripping into him. Finally the owner rushed forward, a mase spray at hand. Arsenic, let go and left the collie to bleed.

Running for the gate, Arsenic dodged under feet, dogs yelping and people screaming. A young woman with a Yorkishire terrier clutched to her chest had left the gate open as she ran away from fast approaching Arsenic. She swung a bag at him and thumped him in the shoulder. He stumbled with a snarl, and ran. Free to escape, Arsenic made his exit.
On lookers tossed things at him, boxes, books, some even tried to catch him. Soon, he lost them.

Perfect... He grinned.

He ran till he could run no more, he hid in an alley way. Animal control cars switched sirens on. He could here them. Dogs from the park howled with the high pitched sounds. Arsenic kept quiet, hiding behind a dumpster in the alley. Blood dried dark brown on his paws and muzzle, pupils dilated with excitement.

Arsenic waited there, quietly. No dogs no humans. When sunfall came, Arsenic would return to his home.

So Bring It.