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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jun 22, 2008 16:53:45 GMT -5
Forks and spoons and cans made of tin,
These are a few of my favorite things.
The forest seemed to loom above the tiny dog like a sinister figure, all dark and gloomy and full of scary things. Her minuscule body was shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn't because of the brisk wind that ruffled the unruly, stand-up hairs atop her tiny domed head.
Twitch stepped forward tentatively, her amber eyes shifting from place to place. The forest was silent, eerie almost, except for the Chihuahua mix's heavy breathing. Tottering forth into the deep, dark woods, Twitch tightened her grip on an orphaned sock, which hung limply from the bedraggled dog's jaws. She gulped nervously, then, realizing how awful the old, dank sock tasted, she retched silently, screwing up her expressions for a moment to show her distaste. Shaking like a furry maraca, she bounded through the forest, using up every bit of courage she could muster. After what seemed only seconds, but was, in reality, a few minutes, the strange-looking dog stopped. She was in the middle of the forest, nowhere special.
Around her there were normal trees, normal rocks, normal grass, and normal dirt. Everything was normal. So why would she stop here, at this precise spot? Looming up into the sky, standing right before the ginger-colored vagabond, was a large hollow tree. She grinned through her mouthful of sock and inched her way forward, ducking her head as she trotted through an opening in the base of the tree. Even though her hiding place was completely out in the open, it went unnoticed by everyone. Mainly it was because it was a typical old hollow tree, nothing special about it. Luckily, most strays that roamed these parts were much too big to fit into the little crevice, except for Rico, Twitch's half brother, but he didn't have to know...
As she tunneled her way inside, the little oddball dropped her newest treasure at the foot of what looked to be a tiny mountain of discarded old objects. Amongst the mess there was a faded Barbie hairbrush, with white-blond hair matted in the bristles; a few rusty tin cans; two chopsticks with chow mein residue still coating the tips; an old, moth-eaten pillowcase with blue lace on the edges; and an assortment of other useless crap. Looking down at her little pile of goodies, Twitch grinned, proud of her collection.
Ever since her mother died, Twitch had this urge. It came from deep down inside of her, pressing her from somewhere deep within her subconscious. It told her to collect. Collect just about anything that tickled her fancy, which often led the stray to steal. But she just couldn't help it. She had to collect, it was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind, which many would claim she'd already lost. Twitch had never been normal, not even when her mother was alive. What with the tufty hair on her ears that stood out in all directions and her crooked, turned up snout, she was never truely accepted. And to make matters worse, she was just a little bit eccentric to boot.
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jun 22, 2008 21:06:34 GMT -5
As Twitch carefully pushed the sock into place with her tiny white paw, her scruffy, bedraggled ears suddenly stood on end. A deep, rumbling growl had reverberated through the forest, and instantly the dog's heart went into overdrive. Shaking uncontrollably, she fought her better instinct to run and moved deeper into the tree's base.
Nosing her way underneath her pile of treasures, little Twitch peered out from between a strip of yellow caution tape and a rusty old soup spoon. Amber eyes darted from left to right, but all she could see from the crevice where she had entered her tree was a great load of nothing.
Maybe it's just all in my head, though the little stray, bat-like ears folded down in fright. Maybe if I stay quiet, whatever it is won't get me.
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jun 25, 2008 12:09:06 GMT -5
ooc // No worries, you RP better than I do anyways. And it's mad long. I can hardly do long posts unless it's the starting post.
Tornado! Earthquake! Oh nevermind, it was just a big scary dog. Wait one second! A BIG SCARY DOG!? Twitch's rump was pressed firmly against the far side of the hollowed out tree, her front right paw held aloft as she tried, in vain, to back up even farther into the decaying bark. As the monstrous beast pushed his muzzle through the hole, chipping away some of the wood, Twitch gulped, finally getting a picture of how big the bastard really was. His jaws opened as far as they could and snapped shut again, globs of saliva flying out in all directions and covering the chihuahua's prized possessions.
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Nearby, in the forest, Darthyn's large form lay sleeping on a flat-topped rock. After having eaten his fill of show-shoe rabbit, he was sleeping quite soundly. But of course, good things never last. The great leader's ears picked up a strange sound, but his brain didn't register it until he realized who it was. Monster, he presumed, was "grocery shopping". With a tilt of his head, still without opening his eyes, Darth remembered seeing Monster eatinga very plump squirrel not even three hours ago. How much could one dog eat? Shrugging, he grudgingly opened his amber orbs, one by one, and lazily slunk down off the rock, jaws parting in a wide yawn.
As he began to lope slowly towards the sound, his own jowls began to salivate. I hope that big oaf catches enough for both of us, he thought to himself, grinning in amusement. After a second or two of running, Darthyn thought her heard the distressed yelp of another dog. But it wasn't Monster, it sounded like Twitch, Rico's strange litter-mate with the funny hair. Rolling his shoulders back in a shrug, Darthyn pressed on, but only a second later, he skidded to a halt, coming to the shocking realization that the sounds of Monster's heathenish barking and Twitch's frantic cries were coming from exactly the same direction. As soon as the thought formed in his brain, Darthyn lunged his large body forward, his ears flew back against his head, pinned down with the inertia.
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Trembling fearfully, Twitch tried her best to stay as far away from Monster's crushing jaws as she possibly could, the saliva from his jowls now dotting her oddly-hued coat like raindrops. The strange little Chihuahua yelped in fright as his jaws got dangerously close to snapping off her own nose. What a horrible way to die, thought the dog, surprised that she could think clearly at a time like this. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, a new, separate bark resounded through the glen, this one clearer than Monster's incessant snarls. Then, with a jolt of hopefulness, she recognized the bark as that of Darthyn, the alpha. Still trying with all her might to shrink away from the dog's ravaging jaws, Twitch willed Darth with all her might to hurry up.
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As soon as Monster's massive form came into view, Darthyn let out a horrendous snarl, loud enough to break even the most resolute creature's concentration. But he knew Monster wouldn't give his prey a chance to escape, so Darthyn lunged forward, propelled by the sheer strength of his hind limbs, and threw himself onto Monster's back. He attempted to grab at the beast's ruff, barking like a madman in the process and almost forgetting to breathe with the urgency of the situation. He would not let Twitch get hurt. She was weird, odd, and a little manic, but she was Rico's sister, and Rico was his best friend. Snarling with all the ferocity he could muster, Darthyn attempted to clamp his jaws over the fleshy area of skin on top of Monster's neck.
"Gerroffaher!" She snarled, unaware of the dire ferocity in his own voice.
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