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Post by asylum on Apr 22, 2013 22:08:45 GMT -8
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Never have I ever never missed someone so dearly. Never have I ever been hurt so badly. Never have I ever felt so lost. Never have I ever had my chest on such a lockdown. Never have I ever thought about you daily.
Guess it's my turn to drink.
You have two choices in life. You can either piss everyone off. Or...you can try to please everyone. And she had been the one he wanted to please the most. His lungs filled with a deep breath. But she was long gone. And exhaled heavily. His paws pressed into the sand. Toes spreading and forcing the grains into his webbing. Bending to his whim, his touch. Soft and giving beneath his weight.
And then his feet pressed onto something harsher, something less forgiving. Something that didn't give to his weight, his demands. The soft click of his nails on wood kept his attention for only a few short steps before he drifted back into thought.
She had been his everything. One thing that ranked up there with his human. Granted he had tried to please everyone he possibly could but, just to see her smile could bring tears to your eyes. To know that you accomplished something that seemed so difficult. Maybe that's what he liked so much about her. The fact that it was a challenge to get into her life, and yet he had accomplished it. The struggle behind making someone love you. Or maybe it was just love at first sight. An unspoken connection. Something in his ribcage that would flare up anytime he thought about her. Let alone seeing her.
His chest seemed to tighten. His breathing almost caught in his throat. 'Keep everything together.' This dog had survived a war. Survived the end of the human race. And yet she still got to him. His eyes averted down, no longer paying any attention to where he was walking. His steps slow and lethargic as opposed to his usual pride filled steps.
Nothing had ever been so beautiful. Not in his eyes. A flower surrounded in thorns. Something you wanted so badly but knew you'd never be good enough for. His mind already told himself that he was worthless and her presence only made him feel less worthy. Perfection incarnate. He would never see her again. She was probably still overseas. Probably living a fulfilling life while he had been sent back because he couldn't get over the death of his human. He couldn't protect one. He had let him die. How in the hell did they find it right to try and pair him up with another?
He was nothing now. A worthless waste of space. He couldn't even pledge allegiance to any of the packs in the area. Maybe that would have been good for him. To pick one and feel purposeful. But he just couldn't do it. He wasn't right for it. He would only let them down. He had vowed to protect his human. And he was dead. He had vowed to never lose Roza. And immediately, it seemed, he had been separated from her and drug to another country. He had failed two individuals.
He ran out of wooden planks to step on. His reddish brown eyes struggling to crawl upward to look out over the water. His vision trailing over to the right. Taking in every detail. Soft waves curling up to kiss the sky before falling in defeat against the shore. Each glistening in oranges and pinks from the setting sun. Each crest looking as though coated in diamonds before they shattered against the earth. Funny how something so soft and forgiving could destroy something so tough. His chest set out a little bit. 'Pull yourself together.' The soft evening breeze tugged at his fur, almost as if trying to coax him back to the security of land. As if to say that he should stick with the safe option. Not take chances by standing out on some planks of wood in the middle of the water. But something told him to stay put. That no matter the uncertainty of standing out there, that it would be alright. No harm would come to him. No matter how harsh the weather turned.
Word Count: 704
Inspiration: innerpartysystem - This Empty Love
Tags: Rue
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Post by dinobones on Apr 24, 2013 21:06:58 GMT -8
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the peir. was it some slight against herself that her paws would lead her here, to the place of her last one night stand before she met coal. she almost laughed at the joke she seemed to have played on herself, without even knowing it. instead she growled, a low deep sound that revirberated inside her chest. somehow, she didn't seem to find the joke all that funny. she hated the peir, she always had. somehow the romantic scenery just didn't catch her fancy. and if she'd hated the peir before coal came along, it was much worse after coal came along. partly because she wanted to spend time with him here, and partly because she wanted to be just like all the other couples that would hang around out here all the time, a prospect she had always despised. yes she cared about coal, with all her heart. but perhaps it would have been overstating it if she were to say that she loved him. how could she say that she loved one male when her thoughts still lingered on another male? didn't a smart person once say that you shouldn't embark on a relationship if you still held feelings for your ex? yet here she was, acting like the rules didn't apply to her. she knew she still cared for fenrir, she still longed to know if he survived the war between the humans.
males were so confusing. even now she understood why she had always kept them at a distance, away from her and all that she held dear. they were so good at cutting wounds much too deep to heal and much to hard to forget. that's why she missed fenrir. she would never in her life forget the first male to love her, to see past everything she pretended to be and see past what everyone else choose to pretend wasn't there at all. he had vowed to protect her at all costs, even his own life. yet she didn't even know if he still lived, nor did she know whether or not he still loved her. no matter what, she knew she'd have to end whatever she had with fenrir to continue along the path with coal. cruentilla understood the meaning behind that : she'd have to see fenrir again and she had no gaurantee that such a thing would happen. yes, the laugh that erupted from her muzzle was amused. she was such an idiot, letting herself fall so low and for no good reasons. she was an assasin and a prosititute, wasn't she? somehow, she wasn't so sure about that answer anymore. annd that frightened her. if she wasn't a prosititute or an assasin, than what exactly was she? the uncertainty was enough to close off her mind and focus on what she was doing.
one pawstep at a time, one foot in front of tthe other. she was too busy staring at the ground to pay any attention to the world around her. she'd been here before, she'd seen all there was too see and she found it almost impossible to forget the last time she'd been here, or the fact that she longed for such easy times once more, before the pain of love had a chance to kill her spirit so easily. cruentilla finally opened her maw, taking in a deep breath. she could still smell her own faint scent, so closely intertwined with grimms that anyone simply walking by wouldn't be able to tell the difference. however, that scent wasn't the one that grabbed her attention. there was a fresh scent, so recent that she had missed the dog by minutes, if not seconds. but, the scent's freshness wasn't what got her attention, it was the scent itself. sure the scent had changed a little, but she'd recognize that scent anywhere. her heart begun to thud, beating in time with her pawsteps as she ran, following the scent. it lead right to the peir. she skidded to a halt right before she hit the wooden surface of the peir. she gazed out at the very end, where she'd spotted another figure. a german shepherd dog. only then did she know what she was right, that this wasn't trickery. however could she think that when the proof sat right in front of her. cruentilla rosa di vinci had found fenrir, her first love.
the joy she felt in that moment couldn't be matched by anything she'd ever felt before. she'd never been so happy to see someone in her whole entire life. the weather, the wind and everything couldn't have bothered her in even the slightest bit. she ran, she ran faster than she'd ever ran before. she only let herself stop when she was at his side. she burrowed her nose into his side, licking his coat with reverence. when she was done licking him, she pressed her figure against his and stayed there, hoping that no one would ever move her from his side again. i missed you so much fenrir. i can't believe you're alive and that you're here, with me. there was joy in her voice, but the ragged edge of raaw grief was there to. they both lay underneath the sheltered part of the peir, and therefore they were safe from the torrent of rain that the sky unleashed. sudden;y cruentilla rosa di vinci wasn't cruentilla rosa di vinci, she was just rosa di vinci. she was happy-go-lucky, she felt protected and she felt safe. and she was crying. in her joy, she hadn't noticed the delighted tear as they ran down her face, something she hadn't thought herself capable of anymore. don't leave me she whispered. so she sat next to him, praying he'd stay, if only for her sake. and still the rain continued to fall, coupled with the thunder and lightning and the waves, she couldn't imagine a better soundtrack for this moment.
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Post by asylum on Apr 29, 2013 22:00:51 GMT -8
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I've won battles. I've won wars. I've triumphed over bullets and fire. And yet you strike me dead with just a glance.
His ears focused on the rhythmic sound of the diamond encrusted waves crashing into the sands. The cool air filling his chest to the brim before he slowly released it. A small fog billowing away from his face. The edges shifting and fading into the greying sky. The sun sinking further into the sloshing waters. The waves looking as though reaching up to capture it, to drag it under and swallow it whole. His eyes averted down. He felt like the sun. Not in the happy, shining way everyone spoke of it as. But in the way that at the end of everyday, it was taken down in darkness. Eaten by shadows. Something that shouldn't be able to take down such a beast could devour it so easily. Days went by where he thought that he'd love nothing more then to let the darkness hold on to him forever. Let it embrace him for eternity. But when his thoughts drifted to the fact that if he let that happen, he'd never find Roza....he decided against it. He'd pick himself up and march on as he'd always been instructed. Press on. His military training would always conquer.
Fenrir's warm colored eyes shifted up. Grey clouds had started to roll in. Back up called in by the waves to destroy the sun. What did they have against something that brought people such joy? Why must everything good in the world be brought down by bad? How come good would never triumph over evil? There was no point into being a good creature. To doing the right thing. Something evil would always come and strike you down. Mold you into whatever it wanted from you. Sometimes you could see in someone's eyes that they had once been opposed to such things but, the monster had somehow chewed into their soul and changed them.
Something caught his attention. The tiny taps of water on wood. His eyes trailing lethargically over to notice the rain drops plummeting to Earth. Dropping to their death. At least this made sense. Something as fragile as water being broken by the rigidity of wood. Versus what he had witness before the clouds rolled in. Diamonds broken by something so soft as sand. Blinking, he moved his eyes away from suicidal droplets. They had nothing to be upset about. Nothing to be embraced by the darkness for. They lived in the clouds and yet they were so selfish as to throw themselves down from the heavens. It was as if they were mocking him. How easily they could end their lives, release themselves.
He wanted to snarl at it. To show them that if they wanted to destroy themselves, that he could do it for them. He could murder them. Take out some of his frustrations. Instead, he went into his normal routine of blocking it out. Being polite and turning his head. The wind picked up as if in protest to his decision, combing its fingers through his fur. Tugging at him to look at the shore again, back to stability and the suicidal raindrops. But he refused. Instead, he stood with his face into the persistent gusts. His nose rising to sniff the smell of water in the air. His eyes hiding themselves. This was always the best smell. The smell of rain. The smell of electricity in the air just before a storm decided to rise up.
And then his side was warm. Something was pressed against him. And the softness of the voice that accompanied it startled him. 'I missed you so much, Fenrir. I can't believe you're alive and that you're here, with me.' His stomach felt sick. It was all a lie. It twisted in his gut. His heart pressing against his rib cage as if already knowing it was a lie and trying to escape the pain that was to ensue. She wasn't there. That voice was nothing more than evil, trying to get him to look in its direction. 'Don't leave me.' His tongue was tied in his mouth. Tied in the tightest knot known. Thunder struck his ears, rumbling in the distance. His eyes still hiding from the world. He had felt her tongue lapping at his fur. Her touch nuzzling into his side. Her voice. But he knew she wasn't there. It was just a dream. A wish. Another nightmare. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I never did." His words were involuntary. He refused to look. To glance to his side and be struck dead by her absence. The thunder intertwining with the lightning. The sound of waves crashing against the pier. Against the shore. This must have been the darkness. The must have been the sound of evil's voice. The sound of the world falling apart. The sound of his world being torn to shreds.
Word Count: 825
Inspiration: Puscifer - The Humbling River & Blessthefall - With Eyes Wide Shut
Tags: Rue
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Post by dinobones on Apr 30, 2013 19:34:47 GMT -8
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» Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.The senses of foxes are very different from our own. The main sense with which we perceive the world is sight. We cannot know for sure which is the most important sense to a fox, but both hearing and smell must be important. Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.nnot know for sure which is the most important sense to a fox, but both hearing and smell must be important. Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.The senses of foxes are very different from our own. The main sense with which we perceive the world is sight. We cannot know for sure which is the most
The senses of foxes are very different from our own. The main sense with which we perceive the world is sight. We cannot know for sure which is the most important sense to a fox, but both hearing and smell must be important. "Text!" Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.The senses of foxes are very different from our own. The main sense with which we perceive the world is sight. We cannot know for sure which is the most important sense to a fox, but both hearing and smell must be important.
» Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.The senses of foxes are very different from our own. The main sense with which we perceive the world is sight. We cannot know for sure which is the most important sense to a fox, but both hearing and smell must be important. Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.nnot know for sure which is the most important sense to a fox, but both hearing and smell must be important. Their acute hearing is used to hunt small mammals and insects, for example by locating a mouse by the sounds it makes and then pouncing up to 2-3 metres to catch it. Smell is used to communicate but also to locate food. Foxes can detect food in a sealed bag or underground, as any person who has had a buried pet dug up will be able to confirm.The senses of foxes are very different from our own. The main sense with which we perceive the world is sight. We cannot know for sure which is the most
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