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Post by darkmoon on Apr 13, 2013 22:04:26 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_zps1170913d.jpg]It was a piece of this world she had yet to explore, a new canvas, an entire new chunk of land for her to mold her hands like putty. It was exciting, and she couldn't get enough of it really. It was raining, just starting actually and the cold droplets began making her coat nothing but a drenched mess. That was alright through, with her friend the little rat nestled atop her back the two of them could take on the world. Muscles tensed, she was finally hitting a growth spurt, her short snout would begin to fill out and get longer, and all that loose skin would finally find some use. But she still had a lot of growing to do before she fully got out of these awkward puppy stages.
Her body was busy, doing everything possible to ensure she grew as she should be. The color on her tail where it used to have a defined black chunk was now beginning to fade, and be more evenly blended. This was just the beginning. The tall grass made maneuvering a bit difficult, but she bounded carelessly through it anyway. No grass could stop her. Tail wagged, back and forth, back and forth gently. Cutting through the droplets that were getting heavier by the minute. Ears pricked up at the site of an old abandoned barn not far ahead. It would be a good place to seek out refuge until the rain stopped, or until she felt the need to go play in it. But right now she was just cold.
As soon as her front paws graced the wooden floorboards, something felt terribly wrong. There was something off about this place, although she couldn't pinpoint it right this second. Ears would fall back with concern as she glanced behind her, the rain now pounding against the ceiling. Hay was scattered about, and a few of snips kind scattered about in search of food probably. He would merely raise his head, nose twitching before curling back into the short fur on her back. Even the rats seemed a bit concerned, hm. She was stuck at the doorway, unsure whether she should enter or not. But it was better than running home in the rain. Sighing, she cautiously moved the rest of her body into the shelter, head low as she sniffed the ground curiously.
Maybe the hay would make a good bed, bounding over to the mounds of the grassy stuff she climbed over some torn up bales. However the next sight had her once more frozen in her steps. Her entire body locked up, it felt like she was looking at a train coming for her with no way out. Her tail dropped as her ears fell back, and all she could do was stare. The small body, about the same size as her, maybe a little bit bigger. All black. Jet. Pain lurched through her body, he wasn't moving, his chest was not rising and falling like it should of been. It was sickening and she felt like she was going to throw up. There were not wounds on him, no clear injuries, he was thin. Maybe he got sick? Or starved to death? So many possibilities.
That shepherd, he was supposed to look out for him. He promised! For the first time in what felt like hours she was able to break eye contact from him. Looking around as if her body was about to go into shock. "Mom!!?" she screamed. A solemn howl breaking from her lips following her call. Pain laced her voice, as her eyes began to swell with tears. "You can't be gone...I need you...." she choked over the words, looking back down at him. "I needed you!" she yipped loudly, as if it would bring him back from this eternal slumber. |
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Post by andie&nicky* on Apr 15, 2013 20:35:10 GMT -8
and that’s enough for now
[/size][/color] What was it with precipitation and this old farmhouse? The last time Andie was out here, in the countryside, it had been snowing. The last time… The last time, she had been alone. Today, she was not. It made the gray sky and falling rain just a bit easier to bear, almost pleasant, nothing to complain about. The sun would be out again. It was spring and everything was green. The grass was long and itchy, with no humans left to mow and trim it down. The weeds flourished, sending their seeds every which way in the fields with no one to tame them. The trees were budding with pale green leaves curled into themselves tightly. The last time Andie had been here… She looked past the house to the old barn. She had met Lark. She still did not know what to think of the crossbreed male dog. Even as she pondered the thought of him, weighing him in her mind, she remembered seeing him sitting in the snow. So black against the clean white, a striking contrast, a sharp image seared into the backs of her eyelids. Andie did not know what to think of him. She filed the not-so-distant memory away, pushing it behind other thoughts in her brain. Beside her, Tawni zipped and dodged through the foliage, kicking up a little mud with her paws.
The other day, the little pit bull mix had turned up with a new friend. It was a rat, of all things to befriend, and it seemed quite content to perch on the puppy’s shoulder and go where ever she might go. Andie had never seen anything like it. She had stammered out an incoherent string of sounds that didn’t quite make it to words when Tawni had asked to keep the thing… Snip, she called it. The pup had taken Andie’s words as the go ahead to pronounce the rat as her personal pet. I mean, she had named it, so clearly there was no going back. The collie wasn’t a squeamish dog. She wasn’t scared of or grossed out by the rodent. But she had come to associate rats with filth and well, quite frankly, with food. They might run into some problems there. She wanted to advise Tawni and get her to rethink her choice of the pet, but she did not know how to even begin broaching the subject. Andie had the sinking feeling that it might already be too late for that. Deep in thought about Snip, she had unconsciously slowed her pace. The tan and black pup pulled ahead and went around the farmhouse to the barn out back.
The Smooth Collie leapt up the few stairs at the front of the house and shook herself off. The rain sounded louder on the tin roof. Andie had been trying to repress the over-protective nature inside of her that had been trying to get out whenever she thought about her pup. She knew full well that Tawni would never learn anything about life if she did not let her go and let her experience it. It was hard. No one had ever told Andie how hard it would be. But then again, no one had ever thought that Andie would have a pup. It was impossible. Impossible, they said. So she let the puppy be and sat herself on the front porch. Allowing the puppy space and room to grow didn’t mean that she couldn’t be smart about things. All the canine scents around the house and on the property were stale, only reminders of who had tread in and about the man-made structure. The rain began to ease off, the water in the dilapidated gutters turning into a mere trickle and then even less than that. The air was still. Andie stood, the hair along her spine prickling with unease. The lack of birdsong was unusual. She hopped down off the porch and pointed her ears towards the barn and other outbuildings. She had just decided to go and check on Tawni when a terrible scream came from inside of the barn. The scream was followed by a howl and had Andie bolting in, her toenails scrabbling for traction on the smooth wooden floorboards.
She wasn’t prepared for what she saw. Who would be? Andie wanted to sigh a sigh of relief, relieved that Tawni wasn’t being brutalized by a Xarthen pack member or something equally morbid and horrible. But this, this was a different kind of tragedy. The collie quickly took in the scene and accessed it. She swooped in, setting herself in front of the pup, blocking most of her view of the body, letting the pup hide her face in her shoulder, letting her wet her fur with hot tears. “I’m here, I’m here,”[/color] she soothed, licking slow strokes over the pup’s head as if she were only hours old, nestled against her warm flank. “Tawni, I’m here.”[/color] She allowed her own eyes to linger on the dead pup. He was similar in build and size to Tawni, but heartbreakingly emaciated. There were no wounds, no signs of a struggle or fight, no blood. Andie was glad that there was no blood. She knew immediately that it was Jet, Tawni’s brother. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Andie had, unconsciously, been preparing a happy ending for her daughter. She had hoped for, no, more than hoped for- She had anticipated finding Jet and reuniting him with his sister. There had never been a second thought in her mind that she would take him under her wing as she had Tawni and raise them both to be fine, respectable adult dogs in society. Reality was harsh. A slap to the face. Andie’s face stung, half a million needlepoints pricking through skin. “Come ‘ere. C’mon,”[/color] she urged, gentle but persistent, nudging at Tawni’s neck. She ushered the girl outside, to the base of an old tree, its complex of roots stretching out to the edge of the cliff were the land dropped off to the sea. She started the beginning of a hole, swiping her front feet through the dirt. The ground was soft after the rain and the sun was peeking through the clouds, shining through. She scooped through the dirt, rounded out the shape of it into an oval. Andie stopped and beckoned to Tawni. “Dig with me?”[/color] The smile never made it onto her face, but it was there in her words, encouraging, empathetic. It took a while. Andie had never dug a grave before, but apparently it was one of those things that took time. It was long enough for one to run out of tears, if you cried while doing it. It felt good. The burn of her muscles. The pain and effort was distracting, made her feel useful. She left Tawni long enough to go back into the barn and pick up the limp body, a mere shell of who it used to be. It was light, even though she wasn’t expecting a heavy load, it was light. Andie made her way back outside where the birds were singing and the sun shone bright. She looked at her daughter. Tawni seemed small and lost. Smaller and just as lost if not more so than the day that they found each other at the pier. Andie’s forelegs were streaked with mud. She lowered the dead pup into the hole they had dug and paused for a moment, head lowered and tail tucked somberly. She didn’t know what to say. Words couldn’t make Tawni feel any better. Words wouldn’t make it okay.[/size] he never wanted to leave you broken* [/font][/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by darkmoon on Apr 16, 2013 22:34:33 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_zps1170913d.jpg]This wasn't supposed to happen, everything was supposed to end perfectly. She would find him - alive, and he would join her and Andie in Rhazorn. They would be together again, just like they always planned. Andie was there in an instant, by her side. She had only left her a little ways away before she found the tragedy. It was like a crime scene, and she would curse the gods for this. They would pay, someone would pay. Andie was by her side, and Tawni instantly pushed her face into her warmth. Warmth, living, breathing.
She was alive, while her brother would lie there motionless. His chest would not rise or fall anymore. They wouldn't play and run, or laugh together. She hadn't seen him in so long, this wasn't how they were meant to reunite. The tears would run down her cheeks, making dark streaks in her fur. Eyes blocked from the motionless frame of her brother. "This isn't how it was supposed to happen..." she mumbled lightly. The deep sting of depression would stab at her chest. Like a snake, sinking its fangs in, giving her a very real physical ache. It was terrible, she never felt anything like it before. Snip gave some concern, padding atop her head, sniffing curiously.
A heavy sigh fell from her lips as Andie urged her to move. She didn't want to though, she just wanted to sit there forever. In the comfort of her mother, wanted to hide from the world forever. Reluctantly she would follow, having to force her legs to move. They didn't want to, and they felt stiff as if she had been standing in one spot for years. Head cocked to the side as Andie led her out to a tree, but she soon understood. And she was right, Jet needed to be buried. Laid to rest. She tried to swallow the lump that formed in her throat and hold back the tears. But they were persistent, and the pain seemed to crush her. Paws would soon grow muddy, almost matching the dark coloration of her muzzle. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, although she didn't do nearly as much as Andie had, it was something. And the effort she put into it meant the world to her.
She watched with heavy eyes as Andie lowered him down into the hole. Eyes flashing back to the old tree, it was a good fit for him. "I think...he'd like this spot" she said softly, glancing up to Andie for a moment. Face still stained with the tears, there was no way she was finished though. She felt like they would never stop. "I love you...take care of mom and dad...if they're up there." she choked over the words, lifting her head to the sky. She didn't have the courage to look at his lifeless form anymore. She didn't know if their parents were gone too, she tried to hope for the best, but that became difficult seeing him now. |
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Post by andie&nicky* on Apr 23, 2013 20:28:01 GMT -8
could anything good
[/size][/color] Andie was familiar with death. Often times, she thought that she was too familiar with it. She wished that she and death were more like acquaintances, but it seemed lately that they were becoming more than just friends. As a pup, death had been a natural occurrence. Her breeders kept their retired dogs, caring for them until the day came for that fated vet visit. They would return home with a blanket wrapped around the dog, dig a hole in the back yard, and place it beside the other dogs that they had bred, trained and loved over the years. A few weeks later, there would be a small brick marker placed on the dirt where little blades of grass were beginning to spring up again. The bricks were lined up in a neat row. The marks drawn on the brick meant something to the humans, but nothing to Andie. She only noticed that the adult dogs were particularly somber on the day that the grave was dug. It was a solemnness that hung in the air like smoke, made it harder to breathe and move about. By the next morning, it was like a night breeze had swiftly carried the smoke away and a ban had been lifted. They were free to run again. They could see clearly again.
Her mother, Cleo, had been just as or possibly even more sensitive than Andie. They both felt the atmosphere and mood instantly. Andie had counted it as a curse from a very young age. It always took Cleo more than a day to spring back to herself. She was like the grass that sprouted on the grave, turning yellow right away before reestablishing their roots. Cleo was close with the other dogs, got along with everyone, was hated by none. Andie saw how her mother’s performance was affected by things like this. The only show she did not place in was when another dog was deathly ill. Andie of course had not gone to the show, but she heard all about it when the van pulled into the drive and the dogs traded new stories, whispered through the walls of their kennels. She was told that her mother refused to leave her crate and had to be forcibly removed and dragged to the ring. Once there she moved like a sluggard, her mind only on her suffering friend. The dog was brought to the vet while the show dogs were gone. Cleo searched the house and property for a month before accepting the change.
Hearing Tawni’s tearful words put the lump right back in Andie’s throat. The lump was securely lodged there as she pushed the dirt over the body, filling the hole that they had just dug. A few more tears escaped from her eyes and fell down into the fresh dirt. “Rest easy, Jet,”[/color] she murmured, smoothing her paw over the small grave. Andie couldn’t help but wonder, in that moment, if her family were dead by now. She was one of seven in her litter and had numerous half-siblings all across the country. A couple had even crossed international borders for showing and breeding purposes. Surely her mother and father were gone by now. Surely. It wasn’t a thought that Andie liked to entertain, let alone think. She and Tawni sat and stared up at the sky. The clouds overhead darkened and the rain started up again. It was fitting for the moment. Very fitting. Andie blinked through the raindrops. It was a nice rain. Warm, big drops that fell steadily and straight down. The rain soaked Andie through both of her coats, right down to her skin. It washed the mud off her legs and paws, the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t hear anything, not even the sound of her own breathing. She could only hear the rain. Andie father had jumped out of the show van that day. They had a ramp for the dogs so that they wouldn’t put excessive strain on their joints making the leap. Although he had been trained to use it, Andie father never did. He had let his eyes rest on the mourning collies and noted the deep mood of their humans. He had eaten his dinner and stretched out on his bed in front of the television set where their humans sat after dinner and pretended to watch shows instead of thinking about the animal that had just passed. He had no friends and did not want any. And so, it was between these two extremes that Andie had been placed. Being young and impressionable, Andie swayed between her mother and father, unsure of which direction to go to when staring death in the face. In the end, she choose her father, an unconscious choice, but a choice all the same. One might say and point out that she chose him because she felt like she could never live up to the goodness of her mother. Cleo was a good dog, everyone said so. But her father… No one ever said much about her father except for “He is what he is and you’re not going to change that. Don't try.” It was what the alpha human always told each person who wanted to show him. At first glance, he was perfect. His body fit the breed standards to a T. But his stubbornness made him difficult to train and even on his good days he was barely manageable in the ring. His way of coping with death seemed easier and less stressful. Andie mimicked him, even years down the road when one of her humans passed and again, much more recently, when she found Henry’s body. The second that Henry’s name popped into her mind, Andie shut it down. It was more than just his name. It was his memory and the way his hands always smelled like the blue bar of Irish Spring soap. She shut her mind down to black. She thought of nothing. Blank. She refused to go there. No, not now, not ever. She opened her eyes before she even remembered closing them. She opened them because the rain had stopped. Andie got to her feet and looked down at her daughter. She tried to read her and got back a lot of sorrow. It still felt heavy. Andie took a few steps away and shook herself off. She didn’t want to get Tawni any more wet than she already was. The sun kept trying to peek through the clouds, but the clouds weren’t having any of it. “Tawni,”[/color] Andie started. She tried for another smile and this one actually made it onto her face, the brightness of it still turned way down low. Dim. “Where do you want to go? …Or what do you want to do?”[/color] Andie wanted to go home. She didn’t want to stay. But she would do whatever the puppy wanted and needed. “We can go anywhere you want to. Or we can go nowhere at all.”[/color][/size] come of these feelings that I have* [/font][/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by darkmoon on May 1, 2013 18:39:06 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_zps1170913d.jpg]This had to be the worst day of her life. Everything was going great up until now. Perfect actually, she thought he was safe. She thought he was healthy and happy. Just like her, but that german shepherd failed him. Failed all of them, how could he do this? The rain was kind of soothing as it drenched her, dripping down her muzzle and face. Mimicking the tears that still fell silently. She huddled closer to Andie, trying to seek some kind of comfort and warmth from the cold rain that poured down on them. Andie was soaked as well though, so she really wasn't much help. Tawni didn't care much that she was freezing, or soaked to the bone though. Her mind was just fill of memories and good times they had. Trying to bring the good into this situation. But there was nothing good here, not a damn thing. She sighed as Andie took a few steps away, wanting to follow her, but she sat there, watching.
She could picture everything in her mind, they ran together, tackling each other and getting covered in mud. Which of course hardly showed up on Jet's black coat. But as for Tawni, she looked almost identical to her brothers at times like that. They didn't care that it was pouring down rain, they'd find an old piece of rope to grab onto and play tug of war with. Until one got tired or gave up, it was usually her. The sound of Andie's voice brought her back to reality, pulling her from the good times. Back to reality. Why did it always have to come back? She just wanted to sit in her own world forever. Ears perked forward to catch Andie's words, and she sighed. Hanging her head as she forced herself up, and reluctantly began to leave him behind. "Let's just go..." she mumbled lightly. Taking one last glance back at his grave before continuing on her way, walking past Andie, with no courage to look at her.
Nothing could make it better, because nothing could bring him back. he was gone, and that was the fact of the matter. Unless some unknown force could bring him back it wasn't going to be ok. It might never be ok again. Her tail drooped behind her, her entire body lacking the normal spunk she usually had. Eyes watched the ground, staring at nothing but the grass and Andie's paws.
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