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Post by darkmoon on Apr 10, 2013 14:50:19 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/kiwa427/mid_zps10bc72b2.jpg]It was early morning now, the sun peaking above the horizon, braving the ocean. It warmed his face, shinning into the dark cave he had seeked refuge in for the night. The bright ball of fire that lit this world up everyday had returned, returned to tell him that it was time to get his butt out of bed. Well, that wasn't exactly the most welcoming thing. But he would grunt, peeking his eyes open at the light that shined in through the entrance. One ear twitched as he gazed out lazily, finally lifting his head up. Maw opened wide, tongue curling as he let out a heavy yawn. He was lonely, it was raw, and hit pretty hard, he spent most of his days alone, except for running into another dog or two - or wolves. He longed for company, not being a loner, he really needed to seek out a pack. Thoughts shifted to Malachi, that boy. That boy just sent his world into a spiral. A spiral of joy and longing, desire that he could not fathom. But he was probably getting too far ahead of himself, he always did. Hoped for unrealistic scenarios, it was sort of a curse that hung around him like a dark cloud. His tail brushed against the cave floor, as he slowly picked himself up to his haunches at least. Ugh, one step at a time Pierce.
Yawning once more, he shook his head to help wake himself up. Finding little success he picked himself upon his paws, finally deciding to greet the daylight. "You're far better than the darkness." he mused to himself, the feeling of the sand in between his toes was nice. Cooling, soon summer would be in full swing and the heat would hit them. Maybe the beach would become a permanent home. Slowly he padded across the sand, nearing the water with each step. The rolling waves crashed in front of him, as if they longed to swallow him whole. They clawed at the sand, getting closer to his paws with each wave. Surely he was not that great though, smirking he continued moving forward until the waves crashed over his paws. The cool salt water was welcoming, seeming to beacon him further. But Pierce was no fool, he knew the oceans tricks. Shaking his head, he wagged his tail, throwing the front half of his body to the sand in a playful bow. He was acting like a pup, foolish as if no one was around.
With that thought he glanced around him, happy to see no one was in his vision. Although someone could be spying on him, but that was of no concern. A deep bark boomed from his vocal chords as he protested the oceans callings. It stood no chance against his sheer willpower to stay in this world. Like a siren promising his every desire, but it couldn't. What he wanted was still on this earth. Malachi, although the feelings may not be mutual, he was here. They had only just met, and Pierce really couldn't explain why he felt these intense emotions, but he did and he couldn't get that damn boy off of his mind. Would he be like a ghost, to eternally haunt him until it drove him to madness? No, no such thing, that was downright absurd. Darting away from the ocean as the waves lapped at his legs, he shook himself free of such desires, padding over to where some rocks sat, and seating himself there, to watch the ocean do its bidding. |
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Post by andie&nicky* on Apr 14, 2013 20:45:27 GMT -8
&tell me something i don't know [/color][/font][/center] She wasn’t pleased at being awake and functioning at such an early hour. It was those damn birds that had broken the serenity of her dreamless slumber, curled up in a ball in the sand up against a slab of weather-worn rock. it had been easy to fall sleep there, the sand and stone still warm from the sun beating down on it all day. Oh but those idiotic birds, flitting about and breaking into ear-splitting full song.Who did they think they were, ruining a perfectly good sleep? What did they even have to be happy about? All they did was work work work, building nests for their young and once the eggs hatched (assuming that she didn’t get to them first; Nicky’s stomach gurgled hungrily at the thought of eggs for breakfast) it was more work to keep them fed and to shut up the insistent chattering that came from their peckish little beaks. She forced her lips back down to cover the needle-sharp line of incisors and choked down the growl that was wont to surface. Needless to say, Nicky was not a morning canine. The scowl on her face deepened even as she flattened out her body in a stretch, her muscles straining as she pointed first one, than the other, hind leg straight out behind her. Her back cracked and she sighed, shaking herself off thoroughly, ridding her gray coat of the sand that remained.
The tide was low, but on the rise, the sand on the beach smooth and unmarred. A soft sheen of water coated the sand where the waves gently lapped at the slope, pink and lavender from the colors of the fading dawn. Ugh, dawn. It was really too early to be up. Nicky sat, her tail straight out behind her like she didn’t care to make it look pretty. And she didn’t. Care, that is. It had been ages since she’d last seen a sunrise. “Not long enough,” she grumbled beneath her breath, her brow furrowed and dark over her almond shaped eyes. There were birds, more birds of all things… blasted varmints… in the bushes behind her. Her tail twitched sharply, like a cat, showing her irritation. Her ears fluttered rapidly, still being more about the springtime birds than the sight of a spotted dog coming out of one of the caves right near the water. Well, she was up and there was no returning to sleep. Nicky rose. She might as well go over and…
Nicky sat back down when the Dalmatian (he was unmistakably a Dalmatian, that was for sure) pretty much broke into song and dance and played in the shore break like a pup. “Oh for god’s sake,” she huffed, watching the black and white male frolick as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Any other canine might have found it refreshing, a joyful sight. One might even feel the desire to do follow suit, to join in. But nope. Not Nicky. “All the animals on this beach have gone mad,” she pronounced. She had reached her maximum. The coyote tore into the underbrush behind her, flushing the birds out and by some stroke of luck and/or skill, managed to snatch one between her jaws. It shrieked appropriately before she savagely shook it to death, feathers littering the formerly clean sand. She left it there, not even bothering to dig a hole to hide it in; save it for a later date, a rainy day. Wasteful and cocky.
She sauntered up to the caves, peering inside one of them. There was about an inch of water inside now. The tide had risen. She wrinkled her dark nose and finally let her head swing around to survey the Dalmatian in plain sight. If he hadn't noticed her by now.. Well, then. He had big baby eyes, when she got close enough to see him in better detail. It was a mere hop, skip and a jump to join him on the rocks. Not a very comfortable seating arrangement, but she could manage. The stone was cool under her paws, but with the sun out and shining so brightly as to make her squint, they wouldn’t remain that way for much longer. “The darkness isn’t all that bad,” she murmured, “one definite pro is that we don’t get sunburnt.” Clearly, she had been not only spying, but eavesdropping on him. Shamelessly. Nicky gave him the side eye and a crooked grin that still looked more like a scowl plastered on her face. She turned away only to spit a feather out of her mouth and licked away the small smear of bird blood that was present on one corner of her lips.
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Post by darkmoon on Apr 16, 2013 12:04:09 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/kiwa427/mid_zps10bc72b2.jpg] One ear would flick towards the sound of another, his nose twitching with interest. He hadn't expected company, despite how much he hoped for it. And most company never lasted long. They would soon be about their way, continuing on with their own life. But maybe someday one would prove to be different. However it seemed soon the somewhat smaller creature would pad over to him. Joining him, she hoped upon the rocks. Pierce glanced over at her, curious as to what she was exactly. He'd seen wolves, she looked like a smaller version of them. Huh, what was this about? Muscles tensed and he gave her a friendly smirk to her snarky comment. Pierce couldn't help but raise a brow, sunburnt huh? He didn't get that problem too often, was that a problem she found to plague her in the summer months? Tail would wag in a friendly notion to show the creature he meant no harm. It seemed all sorts of things were taking over the city since the humans left."I suppose that's true." he said, with a light chuckle following his words. He really didn't know what to say, he was more interested in her as for who - or what she was.
"The name's Pierce." he told her, voice rather chipper and upbeat, he was a happy soul for the most part, although plagued with loneliness right now. It was something that couldn't keep him down in the company of another, at least not today. She seemed friendly enough, but there were many deceiving faces out there. Thoughts would shift still to Malachi, ugh would that boy ever leave his mind? He was like a ghost to eternally haunt him until the end of his days. Cursed with his shadow always lingering. Closing his eyes for moment to try and free his mind of such things, he tried to keep his focus on the little wolf like thing.
He noted that she must of caught a bird earlier, lucky. They could be such a pain to capture for a small meal, always darting off before you could lock your jaws around them. Flight, they were truly lucky beings. The humans had mastered the birds art before, they used to fly planes, there was nothing they couldn't find a way to accomplish. Bright brown eyes rested on the company. "The darkness tends to weigh me down personally." he noted, cocking his head a bit to the side, curious about her thoughts on the matter. It was just his opinion and he loved hearing different perspectives on this world, it widened his own horizon.
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Post by andie&nicky* on Apr 18, 2013 19:09:01 GMT -8
&she's a coldfront, giving you a heatstroke [/color][/font][/center] He took her snark in stride. She wasn’t used to that. Most canines were easily offended, defensive, or suspicious. Most had never met a coyote before, especially if they had been house pets. This was a nice change; he was. Not that she’d ever admit it. Nicky tucked her tail closely around her muscled but petite haunches, looking out across the wide expanse of water. The dark blue lightened, mirroring the sky above. The clarity of the water allowed her to see the sandy bottom, the coral and the fish that swam there. “You live here?” she asked, rolling her shoulders back. They ached, just slightly, from the position she had slept in, she assumed. “Those birds ever bother you?” Nicky jerked her head back in the direction which she had come from. She smiled and the expression looked very stiff and unnatural on her face, more like a baring of the teeth. “I caught one of them earlier. So, if you want a snack later…” Everything smelt damp and salty. She wrinkled the tip of her nose. Probably the bird would taste salty, not that there would be much of it once you got through all of the feathers.
She could feel his eyes scan her. He wasn’t being a creep or being lewd. He was curious. Curiosity killed the cat, darling. Her smile faded as quickly as it appeared though her brow was smoother, no longer as deeply furrowed as it had previously been. She could have easily told him that she was a coyote, not some stunted wolf that was underdeveloped from being malnourished as a pup. But where was the fun in that? Fun was withholding information, making him guess. She licked her lips again, tasted the salt on her fur. What would he guess? The Dalmation was a bright one. And she didn’t mean bright like he had an above average IQ and would solve mysteries with a just a sidekick and bit of oddity. She couldn’t judge that yet, not through a simple exchange of words. But he was chipper, happy, bright. Yet... not happy-go-lucky. He didn’t seem naïve. Nicky didn’t need naïve though. She could work with this. They could play.
Pierce wasn’t all that exciting to look at, all in all. The color was one thing, she’d give him that. But he sported no major scars to remind him of a history he’d rather forget, there were no abnormalities or flaws that begged for pity. At least not that she could see. He had a red collar around his neck. The fur underneath it was pressed flat, but it fit him well enough not to cause any rubs. So what. He had been a pet once. Belonged to humans. Big whoop. Most domesticated dogs had. The humans hadn't been gone for long enough for their existence to be recalled only as a story told by elders, doubted and shrugged off when their eyes grew hazy and limbs weak. Humans weren't just a story although they would become stories down the line, for future generations. Her dark eyes were almost beady as she observed him with his eyes closed, being plain peculiar or maybe just taking a moment to think or bask in the sun. It did feel good. Nicky stretched down and laid there, upright with her belly on the smooth part of the rock, her front toes near the edge. The sea water splashed lightly and she raised her head higher to avoid the droplets. She didn’t give Pierce her name. She wasn’t going to offer it a a freebie. He’d have to be more direct. She got the feeling that he didn’t like being direct. Or wasn't that sharp and direct very often anyways. Maybe he didn’t want to hurt feelings or step on toes. Nicky wasn’t one to put herself in the position to get her toes stepped on in the first place, so he was just fine. He’d just have to push at her, maybe squeeze a little, to get what he wanted. To satisfy his curiosity.
Nicky was curious herself. She wondered just how he’d word the question to ask her what and who she was. She sighed leisurely, comfortable, but not stupid enough to roll onto her side as she might had she been alone and certain that she wasn't going to be ambushed. If she was reading him correctly, he wasn’t going to make any moves on her, but one could never be too sure. One could never actually read another’s mind. There were only good guesses. Nicky didn't live in paranoia, but she didn’t trust the shadows, much less anyone or anything. Even the known would let you down on occasion. Nicky had lived long enough on the outskirts, as a rough-and-tumble species that never really fit in either place, to have street savoir faire. It was true that coyotes thrived in urban areas, but it meant that they were never truly wild nor did domesticated life suit them. They were stuck in the middle.
“What about it makes it heavy and do you have to carry it?” Nicky huffed a short laugh under her breath, not directed at him, more just at her general wittiness. It was a good answer, if one was of the type who wanted a philosophical reply. Or at least one that sounded that way. If she were honest and attempted to play the “good dog,” she would have told him that he only had to learn how to be true to who he was in both the dark and light. He had to learn to adapt. The darkness would come, whether he wanted it to or not, but it would never be permanent unless he gave up. She would never voice such an honest thought and as it was, she barely even thought it, so deep in her sub-conscious did the thought linger; buried deep. Nicky took adaptation to both extremes. She could be obstinately stubborn, unwilling to change, consider, even budge. Or she could blend, camouflage herself and hide so well that even she would momentarily forget who she was.
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