Echoes and Madness in Divinest Sense

[riya]

Enter Echo, stage left. A beast of charcoal hues, well proportioned and divine origins. Sort of.. A beauty of a mutt, this Echo was. Medium sized, standing about 2’9. Young, carefree.. Living the life. In this new town, this.. Harlow.. She didn’t know anything about this place. Echo arrived just two nights before, and she had spent all of yesterday wandering around, getting a feel for the land. It was different from the last town, all neat and organized.. How could anyone -live- like this?

She made her way through a place she’d decided to call “Rock Land”, though she’d heard whispers of it’s proper name being Crystal Gorge, or something of the like. It was a strange place.. And it smelled heavily of dogs. Clearly, she was on the right path. On her way to Harlow, she’d passed a wizened old dog who told her tales of a Dog King, one who ruled over the strays. Naturally, her curious nature drove her to seek this ‘king’ out, just to see for herself. Could such a beast possibly exist? It seemed likely.. Unless that old dog had told her falsehoods, but she didn’t think he did. Besides, the smell of this place screamed that dogs were frequent here.. A lot. She hadn’t seen another dog since she’d started in this direction, but she had a feeling that there were some ahead.

In the distance, she could see a building, just as the old timer had described. Turtles and toads, that dog had been telling the truth.. Curiosity driven, she continued forward, more carefully than before. Were there others ahead? Or would it be vacant, empty; nothing more than the delusions of a senile old dog? Who knows, maybe the ‘king of strays’ would be there..



{{So.. Yeah. Not much muse, sorry for the sucky-ness.}}
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Steel-gray beast lingered within the Lodge, golden eyes piercing the darkness to fall upon a newcomer. She was a mutt, he suspected, bleeding the blood of many a breed, forged by countless generations of crossbreeding. In a sense, she was just like him, the product of "careless" breeding. Or so the elitist humans would say. Ears laced back slowly, gaze still wandering over her lithe form, studying her features for a hint of treachery. He found none. Satisfied, the brute hoisted himself up and padded out into the dim sunlight. Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness, the alpha was able to get a good look at her.

"Greetings. I'm Darthyn, alpha of the strays. State your busniess."

His voice was raspy and deep, as if he hadn't spoken for a few hours. Haunting amber eyes refused to let go of her gaze, a good tactic for unnerving a tresspasser.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Almost as if out of thin air, there appeared Jack. Looking from Darthyn the Echo, he looked quite funny; his tongue lolling out, missing a leg. Looking back at Echo, he stood next to Darthyn. "And who are you, missy?" he asked, not even hesitating. He often did this in his old age, talked to whomever he pleased, not thinking of the consequences.

He looked back at the alpha, his brown eyes looking him up and down. "Ya' know, Darth, you look quite fearsome. If I was wandering through these forests and saw you looking at me like that, I might be scared witless." he said with a chuckle, not realizing that that had been Darthyn's intention

[Occ: I can delete if necessary. I was bored]