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Post by Centience on Aug 2, 2013 0:15:15 GMT -8
Long legs would grace the beach, stepping out into the blinding sun as it hit my face. Dark chocolate brown optics narrowed closing off the lights path. Ears would twist back against my skull displaying the emotions buried underneath the skin. The caves made a nice shelter over night, and though the sun was out and spring was on finally cracking the frozen landscape it was still cold. My winter pelt hadn't even decided to give way yet, still clung relentlessly in shallow attempts to keep me warm until spring was in full blow. Paws would sink into the cold sands below, the grains filtering between webbed toes, finally my eyes would adjust and I would peer up slowly. Glaring at that rolling ball of fire that lit up the earth every morning. Rolling my shoulders, my back arched up with ease. I had always been rather feline, maybe it was the long lanky build that gave such attributes. A single ear flicked up as a seagull landed gently upon the sand not far from where I was. Slight interest flickered before it quickly washed away and my gaze shifted, searching for something potentially more intriguing. Nothing, there was nothing. Just an empty beach with rolling waves crashing against the shore. Finally I decided to take a walk out, maybe I could find something if all refused to seek me out.
Tail flicked easily behind, it was thick much like that of a Saluki which happened to be one of many breeds I was mixed with. As I walked along the shore the oceans waves would lap close to my feet but I would always evade her. How dare she think she was worthy enough to brush against me. Kissing my paws was she? Or did she long to pull me into her freezing waters, suffocated beneath the waves. What a mystery it would be and that it would remain. A few birds would make obnoxious calls overhead and ears would flick up to acknowledge their presence, always aware, always watching. "Ли день остаются скучно?" (Does the day remain dull?) Native Russian tongue slipped with ease as eyes rolled up to the cloud littered sky. I longed for adventure, danger, someone to control and somewhere to be. But I had nothing, just an empty beach full of birds and rocks. Joy.
A light sigh would fall off my tongue gently, chest heaving with the motion as I found a nice place to settle down, haunches falling easily to the earth. The wind would brush up, biting angrily at my fur at attempts to break through the barrier nature had created for me. Now she was trying to destroy it, how terribly rude. But she would not rip away my defenses. They stood strong like the iron walls of a castle to defend the riches within. Tags: --- Words: 471 Notes: She is speaking Russian, translation is beside the speech :3 Code belongs to Grey! |
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Post by andie&nicky* on Aug 9, 2013 21:40:46 GMT -8
you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
[/size][/color] It was like her life was a video put on repeat, stuck on a merry-go-round until it was no longer fun and she just wanted to get off. Andie didn’t think that the problem would be solved by just sitting there, watching the video play over and over again, the same scenes with different people. Watching the world spin by as she sat still. Yet dawn found her sitting on the pier, doing exactly that, tail curled around her haunches. Her gaze was cast far out over the ocean and its gray whitecaps to the muddled horizon. With the coming of the sun the line grew in focus, separating water from sky distinctly, the dark of pre-dawn fading from mist to clear skies. Gloom to bright. Sorrow to joy.
She used to come to the beach with her humans, a day trip. She remembered the sand flying up behind her, the hard plastic frisbee between her teeth, the sticky smell of salt and cotton candy, fish and sunscreen. Running and fetching, the squeals of young children as she leapt over sand castles and pale legs slick with tanning oil. It felt like such a long time ago. A lifetime ago. And it had passed by without her knowing, leaving her here now only to miss it and wonder why none of it had been real enough to last.
With the light making shadows flee, other canines began to show their faces, fur mussed from sleep, tails low, limbs stiff. Andie did not want the company. Part of her knew that avoiding all social interaction was not the healthiest thing for her to do, but the other part of her didn’t want to even try. Majority rules. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had held a conversation with someone other than herself. She couldn’t remember exactly what her voice sounded like. She didn’t care to. With her coat still damp from the morning dew, the blue merle collie took her leave of the pier. Her lanky legs carried her swiftly across the packed sand, the wet grains of sand clumping together and sticking to her paws. Slowing from an easy lope to a walk once she was on the beach, Andie meandered along the coast, truly wandering. If she were being practical and logical, now would be the time to begin scouting for her daily meal. But she had an excuse for today. She had never been a fan of seafood. The last shellfish she had tried had given her a stomach ache from hell not to mention non-stop vomiting for a few hours that felt like days and weeks. She had taken it as a sign.
It was almost hot. Her jowls hinged open, panting when she squinted up at the sun. They were upon the heels of winter, the prequel to spring. Andie wasn’t the biggest fan of the season. It reminded her too much of things she didn’t quite care to be reminded of. As for winter, she didn’t mind that even though she wasn’t exactly made for the harsher conditions. It was easy enough to find windbreak, shelter from the snowstorms. But there was no escaping spring and its birthing; new leaves, blossoms, pups. The smooth collie hesitated in her steps. She was approaching another dog. It would be far too obvious if she were to make a wide path of avoidance. Andie didn’t want to make her social anxiety into anything more than it already was. So she set her jaw and continued to walk, observing the other canine in silence. The scent, carried by the steady breeze, told her that it was a female, though Andie would have guessed as much by the dog’s feminine features. She gave the appearance of having a hunch to her back, but Andie knew better, recognizing it as being the typical and purpose-bred confirmation of a sight hound. And she was an impressive one, looking to be fairly young, perhaps very, but strong. Legs that went on for ages and a facial structure similar to Andie’s, aerodynamic and roman-like.
She was the worst at small talk. Already the collie was sweating trying to think of what to say in passing. Or would it be rude to walk by with no acknowledgement? Ahead, past the sitting dog, the caves loomed, dark and striking in contrast to the white sand and the bright sunlit sky. Andie’s heart lodged itself somewhere in the upper region of her throat and she hurriedly tried to swallow it back down. Everything that she could think of to say didn’t sound right when she tested it out in her head. The words didn’t want to come out. She was rusty at speaking and unwilling to take a flying leap and just try. There was no try and certainly no do. So she paused and let the air and space between her and the other dog fill with awkward silence, heat rising from her skin, prickly and hot beneath her fur. like resignation to the end * [/font][/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by <{Txep}> on Aug 22, 2013 17:24:52 GMT -8
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HONEY DEW DIVINE ~ FEMALE ~ THREE ~ GERMAN SHEPHERD ~ LONER
And so with morning brought the energy of the young fae, blinking and yawning as she peered out from her cubbyhole she had found late the night before on a ridge high above the main caves of the beach. The heated rays of the burning orange orb in the sky made sure it was to uncomfortable for her the remain asleep, so she awoke. Carefully stepping forth as she stretched out, toes curling over the ledge of her haven. A few good pops of the back made her feel good enough to wag her tail between her hind quarters. It was so tight in the cubbyhole, her tail thwapped her yellow softball.
Honey realized to late as the snap of her ivories are hollow with no reward told her she wasn't quick enough. She whimpered in anxiousness as she watched it roll and bounce down the edges of the rocks and then disappear to land somewhere in beyond the caves into the sand of beach. Ears pricked in concern for her dear ball, her mahogany orbs were quick to watch the rocks as she bounded carefully down an edge of rocks. She had a few iffy steps with crumbling pebbles tumbling earthward.
A whine of excitement escaped her open jowls as she made a final leap into the sand off the hard rocks. Stumbling with a quick recovery as to not taste the microscopic beads of glass on her tongue, her gaze quickly narrowed in the rolling trail her ball had left. To caught up to realize it was in the path of two other canines. The lithe young German Shepherd's only goal was to get her beloved ball. And so, this is what she did.
Springing forthe with immense force and energy, leaving behind divets in the beach as she ran, that ball was hers and only hers. Grains of sand flew behind her with every bound that propelled her forward. Her curled tail bouncing behind her like a bob in water, ears flapping in the air with exaderated movements. In a quick almost dainty but playful teasing way, in motion did her black lips curl back to give her ivories full access to snatch up the round toy.
"Yikes!"
Yelping, Honey side bounded a very thin tall frame and then before she knew it as she landed the shepherd was jumping the other direction to avoid another multi hued canine. Way to close for her liking, Honey scrambled into the lapping waves of the waters till it was up to her heels. Whimpering and realizing her ball had slipped from her grasped from her second jump and was close to the collie. Oh how she didn't want go by the stranger again.
So Honey whined, opened mouth as she panted, pawing the air, jumping partly forward towards her softball but retreated to keep her distance. Splashing the water all around, she needed her ball but couldn't grab it with strangers there. Pausing for a breath, she stood in the water, gaze transfixed to return to her ball after looking between the two dames. They needed to move so she could get her ball. Honey held a sad pathetic puppy whining look on her facade, looking almost desperate and that it'd break her heart if she wasn't allowed to get her ball.
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