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Post by Noodle! on Jul 9, 2008 18:43:37 GMT -5
"...The Life Has Been Siphoned Right Out of My Veins." Nostrils inhaled taking in the scents and dust of the sleeping quarters. Damacre had remained in the shadows of the pack, bringing little notice to herself or her presence. She was not yet comfortable in the ways of being part of a group and so she stayed in the background, being no more than a listener and a learner… Trying to discover her place in the turmoil of pack life. It was organized, a working machine that had perfect places for each compartment and being that operated within it. This perfection was why Damacre could not see herself being added to the mix, a creature such as her could only break down that which was so well kept up.
This particular area of the pack’s territory was her favorite. Not because she was lazy, but because it provided her with a security matched only by the comfort of her mother’s womb. It was warm, dark, and comfortable. She remained here, in a particular corner she called her own, and rarely spoke to anyone else who ventured here. Her blue eyes clashed with her dilating pupils as she looked around the room. It was empty for now, and she moved to her place in the furthest corner possible.
There was a worn down place in the floor where she’d come to lay over and over, and now it gently cradled her body as she settled down for a rest. Her nose was still hard at work, taking in the scents that had been here recently. Two in particular caught her attention, and she found herself juggling the scents of a male and female… Both foreign to her. One had the tinge of a pet’s stench, but it was faded, and she figured it was an abandoned female or a lost pup. The next was that of a male, one that was strong and she assumed he was a respected colleague of Darthyn’s or something similar.
She raised her head, hearing something in the distance outside. Movement was stirring up dust, obviously not caring to be noticed. Her scarred sides heaved as she snorted particles and certain scents away from herself. Gently and quietly she woofed, the sound louder than she intended… Always so, the bark resounded and echoed back to her in the room, but may never enter the ears of the approaching dog.
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 9, 2008 19:08:29 GMT -5
A yawn managed to escape from the sides of clamped jaws, ruffling the snow-white fur of the motionless rabbit that lay, crushed, within. The rodent's ears swayed pathetically as its killer padded slowly into the Nesting Hollow. The canine was a large one, not terribly tall, but stocky in build. Muscles rippled gently under a thick coat of steel-gray while his bushy tail waved idly behind his toned body.
His head was held high, in a dignified manner, causing the carcass of the rabbit to dangle quite limply from his formidable jaws. Piercing amber eyes scoured the area, looking for a place to lay his tired head. His gaze was fixated on his favorite nest, and the scent of the fresh-kill that lay dead in his jaws was enough to mask out any other scent. As he walked to his place, he hardly noticed the stares coming from the other dogs. He didn't see the wonder and respect dancing within their eyes. He did notice, however, that Ashter had gone. He had left her here to go on a hunt, and he had secretly hoped she'd be here when he came back.
Rolling his muscled shoulders in an imitation of a shrug, Darthyn pressed on. As he lowered himself slowly onto his nest, he exhaled deeply as the soft moss and lichen cushioned his weary form. It seemed as if, with that satisfied sigh of contentment, all the stress within him had been forced out, leaving only peace and a deep hunger. Feeling his hollow stomach protest with a loud, rumbling growl, he dropped the limp rabbit and began to tear into its flesh with ravenous vigor.
It was not until the fat body of the rodent had been consumed, leaving only bones, that he had realized he was not alone. He knew there were other dogs in the Hollow, but even so, Darthyn usually felt as if he was indeed on his own. But now he could feel the steady gaze of an on-looker burning into the back of his neck. He closed his eyes momentarily, cursing Fate. Now, when he wanted nothing more than to be alone, someone was watching.
With a deep grunt of effort, he hoisted himself up, turned around, and lay back down, this time facing the other direction. When he settled, he looked up, and his tired amber gaze was met by a pair of blazing blue eyes that seemed to be penetrating his own. The leader suppressed a shudder, dipping his head in acknowledgment, though he was sure she had seen the shock in his eyes that lasted a mere heartbeat.
"Hello there Damacre." he remembered her from the Lodge. She was a pretty thing, though not in the conventional way. She was a tough dog, hard to the very core, with a pelt of flaxen and eyes that burned blue. He tried to keep his expression unreadable as the amstaff stared at him through those daunting twin sapphires.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 9, 2008 20:18:03 GMT -5
Out of the wilderness and into the civilization came a large male, directly into Damacre’s line of sight. He was a large burly male with the lineage of what appeared to be both wolf and some arctic bloodline. Husky or malamute, by the looks of things. His coat had a clash of neutral, ashen tones, flaring outwards in some places like the mane of a lion. Her blue eyes bore into him in interest, a silent gesture of curiosity that radiated. Her champagne colored auds pricked forwards in the furthest extent, her nose twitching at the scent of death and blood.
It had been since early in the morning that the Amstaff pit bull mix bitch had eaten, and her sinews and muscles strained her neck forward as she watched his mouth engulf the dead hare. Bones crushed easily between his jaws, blood sometimes sloshing and squirting from his lips and out of the arteries that he was slowly destroying. Her tongue flashed like a serpents as it caressed her black-lined lips. Saliva gently trickled to settle in the back of her mouth as she watched him, almost enjoying the morsel as much as he.
As quickly as he’d appeared and eaten, the meal was over. Her stomach ached lightly, sending a nearly inaudible rumble that wracked her body. She growled lightly, and then noticed the male’s ears flick her direction, as if he’d noticed her. She raised her neck, though short, and her blocky head tilted only slightly to the right as she watched him turn slowly around and reposition himself into a prone position to face her. She watched him carefully for signs of aggression, taking in the dignified air and presence about him.
Speaking of the Alpha male, she had not seen nor heard of him in days. The last moment she laid eyes on the scruffy brute was at the meeting he had called for the pack. And even then it was from across the room where she’d taken her place in the very back, away from watchful eyes. But now he presented himself before her, as close as she'd been when he had accepted her into his 'family'. Anti-Social behavior was just now wearing off. It was at this moment that he spoke to her.
And greetings to you, Noble Darthyn. She attempted a smile, a jagged, crooked black line of sorts and nodded. It has been quiet of late. [/color]
She noticed a light clamor in his body, a shiver. Her head cocked lightly to a stronger degree and her eyes began to glitter in further curiosity at the handsome male. Sapphires encasing him very slowly like a blue tide, she smiled once again.[/color][/sub]
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 9, 2008 20:21:26 GMT -5
The great leader ran his long pink tongue across his lips, cleaning off the last bit of blood that had drained from the rabbit. Staring at her, he tilted his head, taking in her words. It had been a while. Darthyn suppressed a yawn and blinked the sleep from his eyes.
"Indeed. It has been all too quiet, Damacre." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, not wanting to bring up the issue of pups to another unsuspecting member. The topic did tend to leave quite a bit of awkwardness behind, destroying all comfortable conversation in its wake. With a forced, polite smile, he lay his large head on his bear-like paws, looking up at the cream-colored dog through heavily-lidded eyes.
"I trust you're finding your way around well?" He breathed, hoping to fill the silence that had engulfed the Hollow shortly after his last sentence left his lips. Darthyn despised exchanging pleasantries when he could be asleep. Opting for something a bit better than small-talk, he lifted his head and stared her straight in the eye.
"So tell me, Damacre, how did you come to be here?"
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 9, 2008 23:49:02 GMT -5
She noted a period of deep thoughtfulness in the Alpha, and she narrowed her clearly hued eyes at him. She wondered vaguely what he could possibly be thinking about when nothing yet had been brought up in conversation. Her back twitched in a light shrug, he must be deeper than she had earlier anticipated. But so far, she couldn't find much she could put past the strange brute... He was seemingly perfect.
She nodded lightly, smiling, I must say, I haven't allowed myself to wander far. I worry I might miss something. Her eyes glittered with some inner humor that was known only to herself.
Almost before she'd been able to say the latter statement, Darthyn raised himself up. It was such a sudden and sharp movement that it caused her to flinch. It was now his eyes turn to burn into her soul as her's retracted from their steady gaze. She snorted lightly, Well, I just walked in the door and lay myself down. She smiled, knowing he was wanting the story of how she came to his pack, not just the Hollow, and she sighed.
Damacre lay her large head ontop of her paws, looking at her claws as she contemplated where to begin. Her claws were worn down from much travel on rough ground, and the pink quick was clearly visible in their casing of tainted diamonds. She licked between two of her toes absent mindedly before beginning, Typical story I'm afraid. I was not, however, raised by what you could call 'doting' parents. My mother was a starving bitch, the color of myself, and she had no life in her eyes. I remember that deadened appearance even to this day. My father was an ugly beast, white with blue eyes, and he was insane.
Here she laughed lightly, sounding a bit crazy herself, but continued her story immediately, Fighters. Humans raised us for blood. My littermates and I were accidently mongrels, mix-breeds that were unwanted, but fought nonetheless in lower-bid, lower-class rings. Of course, other humans quickly discovered us and took our owners away... Leaving us to fend for ourselves on the streets or take the cold walk of death in the bright rooms.
She snorted. Of course, she'd chosen life. She fled, her mother rambling about something... Repeating something, The Reaping has come, the Reaping has come! And then her brother told them to run. The prized dogs did just that: they ran, bolting down the streets and away from that Hellhole. And she had seen neither hide nor tail of any of her family since.
Lips now in a grim line, she looked back up at him, rasing her head in a confidence, And that is how I came to be here. I only hope I can prove myself of worth, and my coming will have worth. [/sub][/color]
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 10, 2008 10:49:49 GMT -5
The large beast furrowed his brow at her words. "Well, I just walked in the door and lay myself down" He sighed deeply and shook his head. "Not exactly what I meant, Damacre." He gave her a stern look, golden eyes unwavering, then the female exhaled deeply.
When she began to speak, to tell him the real story, he tilted his head, ears pricked. He listened intently, and his body tensed when she mentioned the insanity of her father. He suppressed a shudder, trying to read the flaxen dog's fathomless expression. She had been bred a fighter. He shook his head again, this time in disbelief of how cruel Twolegs could be.
When she had finished her story, he averted his gaze, dropping it to the floor. "And that is how I came to be here. I only hope I can prove myself of worth, and my coming will have worth." At that, his ears pricked forward and he raised his eyes. Locking amber gaze with sapphire, he merely stared at the female. What did that mean? Was she someone he had to look out for? And in that instant, he hoped with all his heart that she was on his side.
"What do you mean by that?" He decided to ask, shoving aside the suspicions he had about the female's haunting tone.
ooc // Sorry about that, it wasn't very good. D:
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 10, 2008 14:54:23 GMT -5
Her story was finished, and with this a cool wave of relief spread over her body. Everytime she was made to recall the tale, she felt that chilling, cold sweat pour over her and then disappear. A mental burden lifted from her mind. She smiled as his expression turned to suspicion; couldn't help herself. Her lips parted once again, and she did speak, Although I rarely give such an offer, Darthyn: I am here to serve.
Her words came with a ring of honesty and truth, for her word was nearly always good when it was cashed in. She smiled, her best attempt at a sweet expression but instead it held that bitter tinge. Much like eating wildberries that were not hardly ripe yet: it was not unpleasant but few took another bite.
Damacre never had any intentions of being on her own as long as she had been. Life with other dogs, even if they were constantly at your throat, was a spoiling gesture. Females were not commonly used to fight, but in some cases of mix-breeding it was a well-spoken idea. This was the situation with her litter, but every since becoming a stray she had longed for that interaction with other canines again.
Now she had that oppourtunity, it presented itself before her in the form of a rogue of a dog. And she would not bypass.
((sorry its a little short and rough >.<))
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 10, 2008 15:47:10 GMT -5
Darthyn was utterly startled at her words. He had suspected some snide remark, but what flowed from the female's lips was anything but. Taken slightly aback, he nodded, amber eyes searching her features. This female confused the large brute, and he didn't like it one little bit.
Snorting roughly, he hesitated and nodded again. "Thank you, Damacre, your service is welcomed." He breathed, not allowing his gaze to stray from her unconventionally pretty face. After a moment, his silence was broken by a yawn, a deep, tired yawn that made his eyes water. Shaking his head gently to rid himself to the sleep that was threatening to consume him, the alpha growled softly, "But now it is time for sleep. Being an alpha is no walk in the park." With a soft chuckle and a moment to curl up comfortably in his nest, the male's large gray chest was falling up and down with the steady breath of sleep.
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