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Post by Noodle! on Jul 9, 2008 18:22:48 GMT -5
The cool dawn was slowly turning into day, heat waves appearing on the horizon and baking everything that lay in the sun’s reach. Golden arms reached out and tendrils of light wrapped around each building and grazing creature of the farmlands near Harlow. It was eerily quiet and calm, but if you listened carefully you could hear the battering of insect’s wings and the sound of cattle slowly chewing and re-chewing their cud as they contemplated their mundane day of the same activities. Their ears flicked back and forth, swishing flies away from their heads, eyes clicking open and shut robotically.
Somewhere behind the large barn, away from the watchful eyes of the farm dogs and other pets, a crunching could be heard. It was not an unpleasant sound, when it first reached your ears. A gentle crushing of something sturdy and tough, and the gentle pop of something else. Rounding the corner you would soon discover, the sound was not as innocent as before. A large, male dog was chewing on a chicken, its lifeless head hanging from the side of the beast’s mouth as he gnawed and pulverized its bones. Glassy eyes now viewed the world in disdain and disinterest as it swung to and fro’ with every bight. The head dropped down into the dirt, now ignored by the dog who began to pant.
He was large, approximately the height of a Doberman Pinscher, but brawnier. His coat was matted and tangled, fluffed up more than a house-pet or show dog of his breed’s would be. His tail looked scraggly, as it too was matted and flat beyond more than an extension of his spine, the tip remaining like that of a lion. Despite all of this, the bloodstained face was handsome. His tongue slid in and out of his teeth, his amber eyes taking in the sights of all of the cattle and calves, goats and kids, sheep and lambs… Scoping out a larger potential meal before he continued his trek into the forests of the land, or perhaps the suburbs for a nice jog around the block. He laughed quietly at the thought.
He stood, crouched as he snuck up to the protective fence. He slunk through the tall grasses of wheat, swerving in and out of the patches of dirt to remain hidden from his prey. His red maw was visible through the tall weeds, and he waited. A white calf stumbled away from her mother, lashing its tail at the sky as it walked around the penned area. Its large, black eyes shone unintelligently like marbles as they rolled around from interest to interest. It made its away over to an area of grass that moved, thinking something interesting might pop up and surprised her.
It lowered his nose into the grasses, sniffing wildly. And quickly, silently, something sharp clamped over and under its maw, drowning and suffocating, and it was over. The calf did not bleat, it did not cry, and it was over. Its hooves slipped unnoticed into the grass as it was dragged back to the stray’s area that he ate and slept for the time being. The crunches and pops of veins and skin began again and the dog ate, face sinking into a sea of red as the dams of flesh gave way to the flow.
He was entirely alone for now, reveling in his wild ways and this place so full of prey and food. He smiled, seeing the cow now search for her missing calf… Calling its name in her language. Momma, your baby won’t be home tonight. Now just go back to life. He whispered, voice bubbling in the liquids that he was simultaneously drinking and the meat he was swallowing. For today, he was done with his meals, and before him lay an almost clean skeleton, with a still attached and unscathed head. Except for the bite marks around its nose and mouth; which were slightly crumpled where the bones and cartilage were piled into a little mess of a face.
The damage was done, and in that small moment a life was destroyed. The dog leaned against the building, panting, eyes shielding themselves as he relaxed.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 9, 2008 23:42:42 GMT -5
As the sun lifted over the horizon, flooding the lush fields with bright light an escaped house pet could be seen. So that electricity boundary couldn’t hold her in too long now could it? She’d hopped the fence; got a nice shock doing it but as soon as she crossed it the damn electricity no longer coursed through her veins! A small satisfied smirk lay hidden under a panting maw as she rounded a fence, hoping over that and laying instinctively down, hiding her markings in the tall grass.
Soon enough, numerous cows were ushered out into the fields after their morning milking. She’d counted them as they came in through the gates, a simple habit of hers to make sure she didn’t lose any of her herd during the day due to cougars or wild dogs. After the stamped of cows settled to the massive beasts simply wandering about their enclosure, gnawing away at the grass like professional lawn mowers.
The Australian Sheppard stood up and circled the far end, pacing and pushing the cows to the corner of the pen, where she could sit atop a green hill and watch her pack eat. After getting the back end towards that side, the female bounded down one side of them, scattering them and causing them to go in the general direction of the corner she’d picked for them. Finally the quick working of the female pushed all cows down into that tiny corner, so she took her post at the hill, sitting on top like it was her royal throne the soft breeze pushed the familiar scents of cows, sheep, goats, and manure all her way. As they hit her nose her once serene state abruptly stopped, her eyes snapping open to glance over her herd.
A dog.
There was a dog somewhere along the line of tall grass near the fence, a deep grumble emmited from her throat as her eyes rested upon a calf; suddenly being dragged under the grass and pulled away. The cattle dog’s lip pulled back in a ferocious snarl as she headed off her hill down through the herd of cows, she cut a long hallway between the cows; none of the massive beasts wised to step in the snarling dogs way. As soon as she reached the fence her agile body hopped it with ease.
Now she had to find whoever took her cow’s baby’s hiding place. Her nose wiggled and crumpled taking in the scents quickly. Growling she jumped through the weeds and came upon an unfortunate sight. A mangled chicken crunched and broken lay before her paws, her geometrically split eyes skimmed over the chicken; then up towards a massive mutt, standing over her calf. A protective growl erupted her shocked face, as the beautiful female turned wildly aggressive.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 10, 2008 0:20:46 GMT -5
The day was perfect. Warm but not too hot, and not dry nor humid. He smiled, perfect, perfect, perfect. In fact, he was sure nothing to make this day any better. That was, until he heard the voice. Dark chocolate eyes opened slowly, almost lazily, and he took in the sight of the small female before him. Her thickly accented voice reached his slightly floppy ear first and then the other and slowly a smile spread across his maw. Her eyes were set on the chicken and dead calf, as if she'd come across some scene from the "Texas Chicken-Calf Massacre" and this caused his smile to broaden into a grin. He stood up, looking down on her from a distance.
Why I'm having lunch, I'm afraid you missed breakfast, Little Miss... But there's a little left over. He lifted the young cow by its scraggly spine and tossed it her direction.
Even in such morbidity, he was dashingly attractive. He stood in a strange, almost show-worthy conformation as he watched her with a hungry gaze. Blood and saliva mixed to drip from the sides of his mouth and form small pools of mud near his paws. Quickly, almost before she could reply, he grabbed the calf from in front of her, stuffing the chicken in as well, and placed it behind a barrel that was placed conveniently behind the barn. He smiled, eyes rolling sarcastically and almost apologetic, Oh, my ,where are my manners? Here he made a light bow, lowering himself nearly to the dirt, I am Darius. You’ll have to pardon my breath, I’ve been having the most wonderful veal lately.
He sat down in front of her, dark ears clashing with the blue sky. She was a pretty little thing, petite and furry. Her eyes, though in a shocked state, were still bright and innocent. Likely a chaste female, something Darius found pleasure in toying with. You’d be surprised what those good girls are up to doing. He smiled at this thought, quiet laughter rumbling from his throat almost inaudibly. His tail began stirring up dust as it thumped lightly against the dirt, smile unfading as he watched her. Easily, he could take her down if needed, but he would find an attack from such a little thing amusing at the least.
Flies began to buzz around the carcasses of animals behind the barrel, and although out of sight, one could almost imagine the flies rubbing their grimy hands together before settling down for a meal and leaving their maggot children to infest their new home and live. Pity, there was still meat left and the pretty little aussie wanted none of it.
Pity, indeed.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 10, 2008 0:33:49 GMT -5
Her stomach turned, almost made her barf right then and there. Seeing that dead calf was like seeing another dog dead; she was so intone with the cows and other farmyard animals (besides chickens) it hurt her to see them dead. Her lip stayed up; until he took the calf away, well he was a stray he had to eat. “I ask that you no longer kill those calves; kill something worth while. Something you have to fight.” She mused softly; her accent still drawling through her now monotone voice.
A small huff escaped her lips and she was down, plopping her rear down; and allowing her fore paws to swish down then to the side. “You scared me to death you know.” She growled, lifting her head as she lay on her side, still huffing from her run herding the cows only to have one die, well that was a minus one on her automatic count. She quickly did the math; only forty-seven cows out in that field now. The others were in separate fields or getting milked.
She was rather disgusted as his breath washed over her laying figure; she sneezed and slowly slunk into a sphinx-like position. Her head held back so she could get far away from his breath. She did however do something very unlady like, she gagged showing her displeasure of his breath. “Well Darius, I’m Camsey.”
[/color] Her stunning eyes seemed to twinkle as she glanced him over. Very handsome indeed, his eyes were absolutely breath taking; a cherry wood color almost, deep and wise; the opposite of her own orbs.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 10, 2008 14:45:25 GMT -5
Darius also took note of the difference in the spark of their eyes. Her's were innocent, kind, meek, and almost naive... She was the perfect little puppy it seemed. Except that she was nearly a grown dog, and no longer a little ball of fluff that played with children. She was mature, and Darius couldn't help but feel a twinge of humor at the thought of her "growing up". Off in her own little Neverland, she would never grow old, while the beauceron already had the mind, heart, and soul of a elder. Although he was not as wise as those before him, experience played a large and prominent role in his life.
He laughed heartily as she gagged at his breath and quickly shut his large jaws as to keep the smell inside. She was obviously a pet, and one not keen to kill small animals as he was. Occasionally, he would take out a cow or young horse... But usually the fight was not worth the tough meat and quick dinner. He smirked once again, Scared you did I? And what do you purpose I kill next time? What do you consider 'worthwhile', Miss? He stood up once again, shaking the dirt from his coat while keeping it a good distance from the pretty, well groomed little doll.
She was breathing deeply, and he assumed she'd just got done 'rounding up' the cattle in the feild an this was where she'd discovered her missing baby. Wasn't missing anymore, Darius knew exactly where it was settling: his stomach.
Mmmhmm life was good.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 11, 2008 13:21:23 GMT -5
Her beautiful split eyes skimmed him over a few more times; he was very handsome, very handsome indeed. Heck, she’d choose this ‘Darius’ over that Kavok any day! All caught up with working with his master, she rarely slept in the neat house her owner’s had chosen, she gave them hell about it every night she had to be locked up in that back yard. She’d simple howl and howl until her master came out with a rolled up news paper that was.
She was, unfortunately, very naïve she couldn’t pick up on any admirations only the very obvious ones she could catch, then she’d become very self conscious, and if human; would turn a bright pink.
As he asked her exactly what prey would be worthwhile, she lifted her butt into the air, and snarled deeply; “A dog.” She growled out. Giggling she stood up to sit down once more, snapping at a bug in the air and shook her head. “Just kidding Darius.” She said her eyes flashing over him for the final time. She let out a groan while she allowed herself to go deep into thought. Pursing her lips she made a soft clicking noise. “Hmmm” She sighed her eyes wavering back over him, she couldn’t help herself he was so handsome!
“A deer.” She finally said a wide smirk lay upon her jowls. “There is deer around here, correct?” She questioned her ears perking and her head tilting to the side a confused look upon her face now.
"Oh yes!"
[/color] she exhaled, "Call me Camsey." She stated, her maw once fixed into a confused expression; now crawling with amusement.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 12, 2008 15:01:50 GMT -5
Inside, the beauceron was chuckling. Laughter echoed in his mind as he noticed the little farm dog couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He’d personally never been with a willing pet. Most complaining that he stank of the streets, but what did they expect? He had been in that concrete jungle as long as he could remember. What exactly did a street smell like, by the way? Trash, sweat, food, and dirt. Love, hate, lies, and deception. It was everything the life of a pet was not.
It was an adventure.
As for this situation, he decided upon flattery. He stood up, pacing slowly around the small female. Looking her over in the most obvious way, he was not a friendly flirt as she had experienced with the police dog so much earlier. He was suggestive and racy, something unique in himself; but definitely found elsewhere. What is such a gorgeous little thing like you doing working out here? He asked, adding a small ‘hmm?’ at the end before continuing his circle, A lady should never have to work for anything in her life. That isn’t her place.
He stopped his circling in front of her, flopped ear perking up like the other as he watched her. As far as deer, yes. But I would never be able to catch one of those flighty things. Do you want me to starve, miss Camsey? He faked a pout, ear flopping back down and large, cerise eyes widening in a true ‘puppy face’. Darius was not highly intelligent, but he could already guess where this conversation was leading, and exactly the female’s next reactions. He also knew, that despite the positive path it was taking, he would meet the strays of Harlow by nightfall. This was his plan, at least. |
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 12, 2008 15:17:47 GMT -5
Camsey giggled softly as he called her gorgeous, turning her maw to the side in a slightly embarrassed grin. “I’ve worked all my life, Darius.” She proudly proclaimed lifting her head up high in supreme satisfaction as she straightened her gaze at him. He had the most stunning eyes she’d ever seen besides one male at the old ranch. “I’m not really supposed to be here,” She added glancing down warily at a small pebble she longed to crunch on. “I’m sort of an escapee, see?” She added lifting her head up so he could see her collar. A bright red leather collar with a black box pushing into her throat, as well as a few dangling ID tags, one for rabies, one for her name and number, and another for… something else she didn’t quite understand.
As he inquired about him ‘starving to death’ she lifted a lip, and snickered a fake laugh. “You? Die? No you wouldn’t starve to death!”
[/color] She exclaimed her rear wiggling with random urge to run. “Lets take a walk, handsome.” She recommended with a small huff as she stood and glanced around, which way would they go? “I’ll follow you.” She added with a small smile, dancing happily around him before plopping down beside him, a bit too close for she turned her maw abruptly after looking up, and backed up a tad.
Her eyes glanced around the grass nervously; did she just flirt with him? Anxiously awaiting a reaction to her most stupid move since the relocation. She seemed to grow more edgy as time went on with a soft silence.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 13, 2008 23:00:12 GMT -5
An escapee? Well, that made things just a tad bit more interesting if Darius had to say so himself. And she'd worked all of her life, or so she said. A working female wasn't high up on his desires in the opposite sex; but for this pretty little thing he might make an exception for now at least. Her jingling tags stung his ears like something physically painful as he wondered how she stood to wear that thing around her neck. He coughed lightly, imagining being choked with the restraint. As far as starving to death, Darius had been days without food or water before. He found his determination his strongest point and used it to his greatest advantage. It'd pulled him out of some tight and sticky situations, some involving humans and nearly losing his manhood. That was one thing he didn't think he could do without.
The female was giddy, staring at rocks and pebbles as if she wanted to snatch one up and eat it. She bounced around, backside wiggling, like she was excited but containing herself very well. It seemed that she was afraid to let that bubble of energy bust out in the presence of Darius. He was nothing special, he though, shrugging. A matted, smelly, and now bloody-mouthed stray. He grinned, at her suggestion as she walked back to follow beside him; brushing slightly against his rough coat.
Where to then? He asked, but began walking all the same. He took himself to the pastures where the cattle were bunched and skimmed over the grasses as they tickled his stomach.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 13, 2008 23:29:45 GMT -5
Camsey giggled while gazing up at the large male, a comical smile placed upon her gaping jaws. Her stunning eyes glanced over the area he was heading for before quickly loping alongside, at his inquiry she shrugged her shoulders, looking to him for a split second before responding. “I don’t rightly know this area, would it be possible for us to lounge about somewhere away from the rotting carcasses?”
[/color] She asked her accent still drawling through her words.
Her solid frame danced alongside him, taking off for a minute to round up more cows. As she ran her eyes gently closed as the wind whipped through her pelt, her tongue falling from her panting maw and swinging in the corner of her jaws. After fileing the cows into the corner once more she trotted over to the male; she’d love to take him home and call him her man but that wasn’t likely to happen. He seemed nice enough so far, he wasn’t a pervert to her nor was he a malicious mutt dead set on her death.
Giggling she romped out into the pasture alongside the male before playfully flipping in the deep grass, rolling onto her back and exposing her ticklish tummy to the sky. Her maw stayed open as she was still panting. Flipping back to her legs she got into a teasing bow, growling softly as her bottom wriggled in the soft breeze, boy was this male enticing.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 15, 2008 0:48:08 GMT -5
Darius smiled. The female obviously had no interest in walking far, just far enough away that she couldn’t smell the dead calf so strongly. He had a feeling she didn’t care much about the welfare of the dead chicken, who were stupid animals after all. He rarely even considered a twinge of guilt when killing any type of poultry, for they didn’t scream… Just repeated the same note over and over, like a broken record that just so happened to be getting torn apart by a ravenous stray beauceron. Although his breed was not particularly imposing, any dog could give someone chills of fear if they liked. And it just so happened, Darius’ name struck fear into the hearts of livestock. Hey, never said it was something to be particularly proud of.
The smile that was plastered on his face broadened lightly, as his clear reddish eyes glimmered with even more mischief. She was walking alongside him, and they were entering the area with the cattle once more. Crickets began fleeing before they were trampled by the two dogs, and he caught himself snickering as he realized the grasses were nearly taller than his new, temporary companion. And although it was slightly a cruel thought, he wouldn’t mention any insults to her just yet if at all.
Preparing to begin a bit of play, he lunged for her neck, ears still pricked forward to show there was no aggression in the move. Just at that precise moment she took off after the cattle. Darius fell to the dirt, disappearing from view in the sea of grasses for a small speck of time before quickly standing and regaining his proper footing. He shook off the dirt, snorting lightly as he watched her herd them into particular sections and patterns. He would have joined her, but a chase never ended well for the chased… Usually resulting in a meal for the always hungry stray.
She returned quickly to him, rolling over briefly before she stood again. He raised a burgundy brow as she played a provocative stance on him and he laughed inside; it was unlike him not to play along. So why be unpredictable? His teeth gently grazed her sides, tickling the flesh in a suggestive way before he turned himself back to the cattle. Eyes took in the livestock as they grazed, sending him nervous looks but relaxing at the site of their shepherd.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 15, 2008 1:03:05 GMT -5
Camsey giggled as he played along her side; not finding anything wrong with the action really. Though what would Camsey think of it? She was so naïve and young at heart she could be the poster pup for virginity. A play growl released from her opened maw as she moved her jaws to lightly nip at his own jowls just as he moved them. A deep groan of disapproval exited her slightly closed maw as she rolled to her side before moving to her belly and thrusting her forepaws out. Her nails dug deep into the moist earth, as the morning dew was still present beneath her ever-excited body. Realizing that he didn’t intend on playing anymore she let out a shrill growl, trying to gain his attention back.
Pulling herself with her forepaws; and pushing with her back legs she did a doggy army crawl shortly in front of her play mate before flipping to her back and wriggling on the ground as to itch her back. Sighing as her act of getting his attention didn’t work she slowly clambered up to her four paws before moving to his side; another plan forming in her working mind. Her body moved back a bit, as to get a running start. With a small bark she launched her body into Darius, landing on his lower body, but quickly as to not upset him in such an unlady like position she quickly scrambled up so her forepaws were on either side of his neck.
Once in a nonoffensive position, she lapped at his jaws with numerous giggles playing through her chops. Her split eyes glinted with delight as the sun danced across the lower portion of the sky, still in it’s early morning position. Her rump wiggled back and forth as she continued licking his jowls and throat in a playful sign of affection.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 15, 2008 11:27:38 GMT -5
Darius quickly realized that naïve was an understatement: he was dealing with a little Virgin Mary. He must look like the temptation of lust, or the devil himself, in this scene. He had some promiscuous intentions with this female, while she was up for nothing but play. Even as his teeth raked over her skin he got no more than a playful growl and another anxious wiggle of her hindquarters. But his confusion and surprise was not visible as he turned away, seeming to be no longer interested in play of any sort. She rolled in front of him, tummy exposed as she did kidney beans on the grass. His eyes remained in the distance, smothering a laugh.
The beauceron felt something furry pummel into his side and flopped onto his back to defend himself. He suddenly realized that it was only his little farm buddy: Camsey. She was sitting low on his stomach, her underfur tickling him as his eyes narrowed at her. She scooted up to ‘pin’ him and he laughed as she smothered his neck and jowls in slobbery kisses. He began to growl playfully, pretending to struggle underneath her for escape.
Oh, have mercy on me! He cried, mocking a terrified, wide-eyed gaze. So maybe he wouldn't get to the pack tongiht, but he wasn't in too much of a hurry. Conforming wasn't much for him anyway. His eyes rolled back as he looked at the cattle with a bloodlusty stare before returning them to the playful female atop him. |
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 15, 2008 11:54:30 GMT -5
Camsey wriggled with happiness as he played along atop him, nearly falling off for her back legs didn’t quite reach the ground. Smiling she giggled wholeheartedly, while licking at his face before playful biting at his ear and gently tugging her way. She couldn’t help to feel overly excited, she was play fighting with another dog; what dog didn’t get excited over that. Laughing she wriggled back a bit and lapped at his shoulder.
Yet she was now sitting on the steep incline of his chest and began to slip backwards. She let out a gruff and wriggled wildly atop him, scrambling up to safety. She glanced back and caught sight of what she would have touched and felt rather embarrassed. She turned her maw back, glancing down to his chest and feeling very dirty for seeing such a scene. “Sorry.” She grumbled about her sightseeing.
If she were a two-legger she’d be redder than a tomato! She cooled down with the wiggling and lapping and rested her maw near his shoulder, allowing her eyes to close in the leftover embarrassment. Why’d things like that embarrass her so? Maybe little Virgin Mary’s never seen anything like it?
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 15, 2008 17:06:14 GMT -5
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The female stayed atop him, but he was so much larger than her that her hind feet barely touched the ground. She wiggled and fought with him, giving gentle growls and nibbles. Once she slid down off of the mound that was his chest and down onto his lower abdomen and private areas. He laughed quietly, a deep sound and gave her a suggestive look. Though, it was unlikely that she knew what he was hinting at. She quickly wriggled back up on his chest, laying her head there and closing her eyes in embarrassment. His red boots were aimed at the sky as he thrashed once.
He had a plan, one that would turn this little goody-two-shoes tail tucked in embarrassment. He grinned at the thought and slowly raised his upper body up. His sleek head snaked upwards, putting a strain on his lower spine but allowing him to partially sit up. This adjustment caused her to slide right back down where she’d been sneaking peeks at his manhood only moments before. The female might act like she didn’t want to play this game, but that was because she didn’t know she wanted to just yet. He’d dealt with bitches like her before, and he knew they were easy as pie to handle although a bit stubborn at first. She was going to be shocked at this little start at foreplay.
Darius planned on soon changing that outlook.
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