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Post by Noodle! on Aug 28, 2008 21:47:12 GMT -5
My Nasty Reputation Takes Me Everywhere
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Darius lay in the dirt of the forest, grim filling the undercoat of his belly as he groaned in pain. His stomach moved slightly, neck muscles spasming as he hacked up a good amount of vomit. His jowls peeled back to release it and he sighed again and turned away from the sick mess. He was suffering from what is only comparable to a hangover from Smirnoff with the devil. He ached, various marks from striking stone bled on his head, a few gashes oozing clear fluids as he lay still. He was not sore, but mentally ill, head aching as he tried to sort through whatever he’d been through the day or so before. In fact, he could remember little about the entire week earlier. This was nothing new, however, it happened to the beauceron all too often. He got up, heaving himself onto his four paws and began walking to a small creek. He stood to his chest in the cool waters, sighing again but this time in relief.
The cold liquid soothed his hot temperature, and he drank to calm the burn from regurgitation. The water slid all the way down, soothing his stomach lightly. Whatever he’d gotten into, it hadn’t bloodied him too bad physically but he was sick, and couldn’t hold the slightest bit of food down. Already he was craving something else, and he was too weak to get it. He whimpered lightly, looking in the direction of the farm he’d gotten the calf at, perhaps he’d return for a lamb. It would be easy to take down, and he knew his friend Camsey would be delighted to see him. His tail wagged lightly at the thought, sloshing water in the process as it began to hang with moisture.
He raised his head half-staff, bright red eyes glimmering suspiciously as he looked around. A sound had caught his attention, something rustling in the forest around him. He was unfamiliar in this area, and thus found that perhaps he should stay put; for he knew no safe haven here. Darius waited for the one who’d disturbed him to show theirselves, paranoia taking over, perhaps they were the ones who’d put him in this state…[/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]
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Post by » cyanide on Sept 1, 2008 16:34:50 GMT -5
Like a buzzard the Catahoula Leopard Dog was mostly always hungry for another morsel of food. She’d hit a dry-patch of meat recently and the growling of her stomach took over any morals, rationality, or the difference between food, foe, and friend. It seemed she’d befriended the wrong mutts, pushed away the nice ones, and even attempted to eat a ‘sausage-link’ which ended up to have a feisty little brain. Which catapulted the little link into her face and let those little weiner teeth scratch at her throat. Of course Callisto had been giggling wildly, it wasn’t every day your choice of meat jumped in your face when it was merely supposed to lay there on the ground just waiting to be eaten.
Rough leather pads gently scuffled the female across the blacktop. It’d been so long since her last meal that her body seemed to weaken and her nights of sleep extended to a good 20 hours per day in hopes to conserve some energy. With all of this loss of food within her grasp she’d seemed to turn a tad loopy. Following along those slightly caved in sides was a swishing tail. Despite her dastardly situation she’d seemed to take everything fairly well.
A cloth of pink moved dryly from the empty cave it called home, and swiped across her chops with every deep rumble from her stomach. She’d settled for a drink to attempt to suffice those loud moans from her whining stomach; yet all her tummy had to do was retort with gags of nothing but phlegm like bile. The dog’s ears and nose stayed alert as she coughed up a foamy pile of puke. Walking away her tongue cleaned her yap with a sickening look upon those unique features. Yawning out the last of her energy she clambered to a rabbit. What the hell? Glancing around she snarled and snapped her jaws around the lifeless form. It’d died from natural causes supposedly. The rumbling from her stomach continued as she rustled through the brush. Breaking out into the open she dropped the rabbit and tore into its muscular body. Ripping the pink flesh from its bones and gobbling it up.
Unfortunately the dog was so absorbed on her find that she hadn’t noticed the sick dog until the thick scent of puke entered her nostrils. This bile contained acidic food scents, growling her split eyes snapped up as she spotted the dog, snarling newly formed saliva dripped from her jaws as the thick fluid dripped slowly from her chops onto the carcass and pebbles. Tail erect she lowered her head to finish off the rabbit before letting her body go into a calm state. Growling softly her pink nose twitched to smell the male over the disgusting scent of that puke lying behind him.
Callisto’s body slowly moved closer, edging towards the creek she lowered her head before letting her pink tongue ladle the water into her trap. Sighing contentedly she hopped over the creek attempting to land on stones across but failing with a splash. Mid-way across she glanced around for a good get away, and clambered across the bottom until she reached him. Why hadn’t she seen him? Perhaps it was her lust for food that had made him invisible?
Regardless to why she hadn’t seen him she saw him now and sniffed his body with a rapid pink nose. Once satisfied that he was no threat she wandered near him, gently placing her paws on his back so she didn’t have to lift her head up so far to breath. Sniffing near his maw she was ready to jump back as her tongue caressed his head and the wounds covering it. “I’m Callisto what’s your name?” spoke the suddenly energetic female. Beneath the ripples her tail wagged happily and her tongue lolled from those pearly whites; still too young to have the chance to gain a thick plaque build up.
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Post by Noodle! on Sept 6, 2008 21:58:46 GMT -5
Darius. He breathed, almost in relief, My name is Darius.
He shivered lightly, the cool waters sending a chill up his spine. The smaller dog’s paws were on his back, making his slightly weak knees wobble and shake. He smiled at her though, his teeth glimmering with slick saliva. She was a strange little thing, and he found himself to have a growing attraction to bitches with the strange, spotting patterns. At this moment though, he did not think of remembering Aphrodite as strange but later on this odd revelation would strike him. The splotched dog licked his head and wounds gently, sending another shiver not so unlike the one from the water up his spine again. He returned the lick, saying, I see no wounds, yet I must return such a gesture.
[/color] He smiled at the female once more, walking slowly towards shore, he waded through the water, paws sinking into the soft soil until he finally got onto dry land. He made sure to keep his movements slow and patient, just in case the female was easily startled; right now, he needed someone to talk to. Anyone would do. He lay down, stomach calmed down a little bit as he slowly rolled the thoughts of what could have happened to him. His head ached with the intensity of contemplation, trying to decide how long he’d been suffering for this amnesia. There were at least seven days he could not account for, and this began to irk him. He started to worry about what may have happened, was he attacked? Perhaps been part of some mobbing? Aliens even? What was he thinking… Aliens? Gosh no, there was no such silly thing. He groaned lightly, deciding perhaps he should play this situation to his advantage, afterall, Darius had always proved to be quite the charmer. He rolled onto his side, licking at the fleshless part of his leg where something had torn away the skin and fur in perhaps a scrap or when they’d dragged him to this godforsaken place. He sighed, Oh the pain… Come and help me out, little sister. He murmured, continuing to lick until the last term he’d spoke him struck him the wrong way. Since when did he call anyone that? Despite his lighthearted play and ideas, he was still trying to sort things out. He looked up at the female again, this time his eyes sincere, Have you saw anything… abnormal here lately? Like… Strange activities or characters?Let’s face it, Darius was confused. ((short.))[/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by » cyanide on Sept 16, 2008 15:13:17 GMT -5
Callisto herself was slightly weak, the rabbit churned around in her stomach with all of this movement. Her stomach, on the other hand, felt as if whatever was added was going to come right back up having been empty for quite a while. It had to get used to being partially filled. She was knocked off her thoughts as a pink tongue swiped up her maw, and over her eye. Shaking happily the thick scent of irony liquid hung around her nostrils. Perhaps this dog had licked his own wounds? That would make sense, though why did the scent smell different than his own blood? Cocking her head to the side her left ear perked while the other’s tip gingerly skimmed the swirling waters.
Darius. “Darius.” She repeated softly, barely inaudible to any dog around the two thanks to the soft trickling of the stream. Feeling her paws slide off of his back she regained her poise and swam towards the bank he was headed for; her frame slunk down stream slightly, ending up on his left side when her toes finally scraped bottom. Clawing up the dirt bank she ran up out of the water, paying no attention to the male as her tail viciously whipped back and forth.
Split eyes locked with bark and the female let out a low growl darting back into the water she swam to the offending limb and snatched it in her jaws. Turning she swam over to the bank, triumphant and excited she wiggled around a bit with the broken tree branch lodged between her mighty jaws her body shook on instinct, water flew everywhere and she shuffled sideways to regain her balance.
Callisto’s perked auds caught the soft whine, and the weird nickname. Furrowing her brow she hurried forward crouching down beside him, after examining his neck and the area around it for any wounds she gently nuzzled him. The wind picked up slightly, causing the tinist grains of dirt to whirl around in a faux tornado with a few crumpled leaves, making a soft whirring noise the Catahoula leopard dog turned swiftly to watch the leaves spin around the center of the wind funnel, just as quick as it had started it came to an end and a cool breeze tickled her fur. Smiling softly she turned back towards the male named Darius and sat beside him; “Can I get you anything Darius?” she chimed in her soft voice making a silky drone about the wind. Suffocating any sense of hostility in an instant.
Flicking her pink tongue out to gently dab her nose she listened in to his question. Had she? Oh, yes she had. “Indeed I have mister,” she started puffing her chest out and lifting her skull high in a proud look. “Saw some humans just vanish out of thin air, some house pets are still trapped inside. They’re fun to poke at.” She said with a small giggle.
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