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Post by lozi on Nov 27, 2016 17:29:22 GMT -5
Brimstone let out a content sigh as the cool spray stung his muzzle. Leaning into Lad's shoulder, he breathed in the cool scent. There was something else though... A misplaced earthiness....
North.
The dog must have been around recently, since his smell only barely lingered. Brim's muzzle curled in disgust, and within moments, he was scanning the area, his cold miscolored gaze sweeping over anything that moved. A flash of white speckled grey fur, and his eyes narrowed, letting out a low, rumbling growl. "What is it?" asked Lad. Though the whippet thought he understood—well, not quite. Why would North linger? It was a stupid choice. And yet, the whippet wasn't all that surprised. Dogs were as sentient, as unpredictable, as any other living animal.
He looked up at Brimstone and then onward. "Why can't we just have a single moment in peace together?" His brow creased with almost pain. Letting out a warning bark, Brimstone glared into the empty space. A skittering of nails on concrete was the only reply, and a thin tail disappearing out of sight.
"Evidently, he didn't seem to think we would return. At least he knows to steer clear from us."
Throwing one last wary glare to the alley that North disappeared into, he turned back to Lad. "Want to see if we can find a bite to eat?"
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 27, 2016 17:34:01 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Nov 27, 2016 17:52:32 GMT -5
As Brimstone left, Rhapsody scuttled out of his way. Seeing the big white dog he had came back with, she eyed her to see if they had been fighting. No, there was no signs of scuffle. No ruffled fur, no limping, or blood. Instead, the dog had an almost dreamy expression, like she was thinking about what had just happened. Maybe she had thought she had passed the 'tests' that Brimstone was talking about.
Sniffing the air around her cautiously, she looked up at the larger dog. She was big.
Really big.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 27, 2016 18:47:18 GMT -5
Pandora padded over to where the hunters had left a few morsels of food. She hadn't eaten in nearly two days and her stomach hurt. The big white dog sniffed at the food and grabbed something small, saving bigger pieces for the dogs who needed it more.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 19:10:33 GMT -5
"What is it?" asked Lad. Though the whippet thought he understood—well, not quite. Why would North linger? It was a stupid choice. And yet, the whippet wasn't all that surprised. Dogs were as sentient, as unpredictable, as any other living animal.
He looked up at Brimstone and then onward. "Why can't we just have a single moment in peace together?" His brow creased with almost pain. Letting out a warning bark, Brimstone glared into the empty space. A skittering of nails on concrete was the only reply, and a thin tail disappearing out of sight.
"Evidently, he didn't seem to think we would return. At least he knows to steer clear from us."
Throwing one last wary glare to the alley that North disappeared into, he turned back to Lad. "Want to see if we can find a bite to eat?"A thin tail flashed in the outskirts of Lad's vision. He tensed, his eyes growing larger and, suddenly, drier. North would not forgive him for his recent snappish words. As a matter of fact, the whippet was surprised North had not drowned him right then and there. "Sure," Lad agreed, snapping back into reality, the transition jarring. Was North still around? He didn't even want to look, so he instead looked at the inscription etched into the wall behind the Fountain: in loving memory of marah aldine bexley
1890-1930
died a hero
Even the mere memory of a living, breathing Human kindled the shiver that trailed down Lad's spine. The whippet gave himself a minute shake of the coat, almost a quiver. "Let's go."
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Post by lozi on Nov 27, 2016 20:30:57 GMT -5
Pandora padded over to where the hunters had left a few morsels of food. She hadn't eaten in nearly two days and her stomach hurt. The big white dog sniffed at the food and grabbed something small, saving bigger pieces for the dogs who needed it more. There wouldn't be hunters yet, since the packs are not yet formed. However, she could be having the leftover steaks. ]]
Rhapsody skittered to the pile of leftover steaks after Pandora, ripping off a tough, stringy tendon off a bone. She didn't dare take a better piece, for fear of angering a bigger dog. Of course, if she did have a more choice piece of the meat, and another wanted it, she would have given it up. But, she didn't want to chance it. Casting a wistful glance to Pandora and her meat, she let out a sigh. If only she could befriend one of the big dogs. Maybe then others wouldn't mess with her as much.
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Post by lozi on Nov 27, 2016 20:37:32 GMT -5
Letting out a warning bark, Brimstone glared into the empty space. A skittering of nails on concrete was the only reply, and a thin tail disappearing out of sight.
"Evidently, he didn't seem to think we would return. At least he knows to steer clear from us."
Throwing one last wary glare to the alley that North disappeared into, he turned back to Lad. "Want to see if we can find a bite to eat?" A thin tail flashed in the outskirts of Lad's vision. He tensed, his eyes growing larger and, suddenly, drier. North would not forgive him for his recent snappish words. As a matter of fact, the whippet was surprised North had not drowned him right then and there. "Sure," Lad agreed, snapping back into reality, the transition jarring. Was North still around? He didn't even want to look, so he instead looked at the inscription etched into the wall behind the Fountain: in loving memory of marah aldine bexley
1890-1930
died a hero
Even the mere memory of a living, breathing Human kindled the shiver that trailed down Lad's spine. The whippet gave himself a minute shake of the coat, almost a quiver. "Let's go." Following Lad's gaze to the inscription, Brimstone let out a disturbed chuff. "1930? That's almost a hundred years ago... Died a hero? Hmmm... You're right. Let's scram." He shuddered inwardly, the mere thought of any other human sending chills down his spine.
Leading him towards the edge of the woods, the thick-furred dog stopped. "Small game, or should we see if we can find a deer to bring back?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 20:55:43 GMT -5
A thin tail flashed in the outskirts of Lad's vision. He tensed, his eyes growing larger and, suddenly, drier. North would not forgive him for his recent snappish words. As a matter of fact, the whippet was surprised North had not drowned him right then and there. "Sure," Lad agreed, snapping back into reality, the transition jarring. Was North still around? He didn't even want to look, so he instead looked at the inscription etched into the wall behind the Fountain: in loving memory of marah aldine bexley
1890-1930
died a hero
Even the mere memory of a living, breathing Human kindled the shiver that trailed down Lad's spine. The whippet gave himself a minute shake of the coat, almost a quiver. "Let's go." Following Lad's gaze to the inscription, Brimstone let out a disturbed chuff. "1930? That's almost a hundred years ago... Died a hero? Hmmm... You're right. Let's scram." He shuddered inwardly, the mere thought of any other human sending chills down his spine.
Leading him towards the edge of the woods, the thick-furred dog stopped. "Small game, or should we see if we can find a deer to bring back?" "I was thinking on the more . . . scavenging side of things. Gross, I know! But . . ." Lad wavered mid-sentence.
Now that the People are gone . . .
". . . we can find food and even other useful stuff. Forks and knives'd"—his crude way of saying "forks and knives would"—make good weapons, if we could figure out how to maneuver them." He looked up at Brimstone seriously. Teeth, claws, and weaponry? Enemies would hardly stand a chance. An image materialized: The silhouette of a dog soaring through the air with impressive dynamism, landing squarely on her enemy's neck and digging into the flesh with the butcher's knife in her jaws. Mother wit and eccentricism broiling in her dark eyes, she gave him an oblique glance, then disappeared.
The whippet was in awe, but nervous all the same. Was this such a good concept? It seemed that with such weaponry, their capabilities would be only amplified; and yet, there seemed to be some sort of downside—it was immoral and almost Humanlike.
Disgustingly Humanlike.
Still, it was time for dogs to claim their turf. Lad had decided, and his word was law—well, maybe not to his mate, but likely to the rest of the motley pack.
Then again, Brimstone had seemed more than uncomfortable with the mere idea of a Human. It would be weird to him to have Human tools . . .
Lad suddenly realized how this whole thing could ruin their romantic advances. This night wasn't about business, it was about love. Dammit!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 21:11:54 GMT -5
( *MorningGlory*, we were going to RP Woodrow and one of your characters, right? I can't even remember.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 27, 2016 21:17:00 GMT -5
Pandora padded over to where the hunters had left a few morsels of food. She hadn't eaten in nearly two days and her stomach hurt. The big white dog sniffed at the food and grabbed something small, saving bigger pieces for the dogs who needed it more. There wouldn't be hunters yet, since the packs are not yet formed. However, she could be having the leftover steaks. ]]
Rhapsody skittered to the pile of leftover steaks after Pandora, ripping off a tough, stringy tendon off a bone. She didn't dare take a better piece, for fear of angering a bigger dog. Of course, if she did have a more choice piece of the meat, and another wanted it, she would have given it up. But, she didn't want to chance it. Casting a wistful glance to Pandora and her meat, she let out a sigh. If only she could befriend one of the big dogs. Maybe then others wouldn't mess with her as much.I thought that since they were choosing ranks already there would be a couple hunters? Or at least a dog who had been hunting and set aside prey for others) And mongrel we were going to rp and I kept asking you to start and you didn't) Pandora looked over at Rhapsody. "How much have you eaten lately?" she asked gently, seeing the thin dog. "Here have mine. Its not very big but it's better than the scraps you've got."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 21:23:53 GMT -5
(Which character? Looking back, I can't find anything.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 27, 2016 21:38:47 GMT -5
I don't know but I have Liberty)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 21:47:34 GMT -5
I don't know but I have Liberty) (Fair enough!)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 27, 2016 22:21:50 GMT -5
You start?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 22:54:30 GMT -5
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 27, 2016 23:01:21 GMT -5
I mean I am too but I dont know a lot of what's going on. I don't want to post the wrong thing)
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Post by lozi on Nov 28, 2016 17:16:13 GMT -5
*MorningGlory* @mongrel I'm busy rn but I found some time. Will post replies later. *MorningGlory*Sorry >.< we've had a lack of communication it seems like. Right now dogs are being grouped. I can see your assumption. You may assume all my dogs (except for Edge) have been ranked, for convenience. If anyone needs an RP partner, I have Becca, Edge, Sato, North, and Parker open. ]]
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Post by lozi on Nov 28, 2016 19:03:33 GMT -5
There wouldn't be hunters yet, since the packs are not yet formed. However, she could be having the leftover steaks. ]]
Rhapsody skittered to the pile of leftover steaks after Pandora, ripping off a tough, stringy tendon off a bone. She didn't dare take a better piece, for fear of angering a bigger dog. Of course, if she did have a more choice piece of the meat, and another wanted it, she would have given it up. But, she didn't want to chance it. Casting a wistful glance to Pandora and her meat, she let out a sigh. If only she could befriend one of the big dogs. Maybe then others wouldn't mess with her as much. I thought that since they were choosing ranks already there would be a couple hunters? Or at least a dog who had been hunting and set aside prey for others) And mongrel we were going to rp and I kept asking you to start and you didn't) Pandora looked over at Rhapsody. "How much have you eaten lately?" she asked gently, seeing the thin dog. "Here have mine. Its not very big but it's better than the scraps you've got." As soon as Pandora's gaze fell on Rhapsody, she let out a nervous shudder, and took a step back. Staring at her with big, watery, widened eyes, she tilted her head. Why was this dog offering to give up her share. "N-no ma'am I haven't eaten for a while. I'll be ok. You're a big dog, and you need to eat. I've gotten by on less than this, when the Epidemic first came. Us little dogs have bigger ears than stomachs! Instead of giving me your meat, how about some of your time?" Already beginning to relax now that Pan hadn't shown any signs of aggression, and had already offered her help, she started to become bubbly. "I think I need companionship more than extra food."
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Post by lozi on Nov 28, 2016 19:21:09 GMT -5
Following Lad's gaze to the inscription, Brimstone let out a disturbed chuff. "1930? That's almost a hundred years ago... Died a hero? Hmmm... You're right. Let's scram." He shuddered inwardly, the mere thought of any other human sending chills down his spine.
Leading him towards the edge of the woods, the thick-furred dog stopped. "Small game, or should we see if we can find a deer to bring back?" "I was thinking on the more . . . scavenging side of things. Gross, I know! But . . ." Lad wavered mid-sentence.
Now that the People are gone . . .
". . . we can find food and even other useful stuff. Forks and knives'd"—his crude way of saying "forks and knives would"—make good weapons, if we could figure out how to maneuver them." He looked up at Brimstone seriously. Teeth, claws, and weaponry? Enemies would hardly stand a chance. An image materialized: The silhouette of a dog soaring through the air with impressive dynamism, landing squarely on her enemy's neck and digging into the flesh with the butcher's knife in her jaws. Mother wit and eccentricism broiling in her dark eyes, she gave him an oblique glance, then disappeared.
The whippet was in awe, but nervous all the same. Was this such a good concept? It seemed that with such weaponry, their capabilities would be only amplified; and yet, there seemed to be some sort of downside—it was immoral and almost Humanlike.
Disgustingly Humanlike.
Still, it was time for dogs to claim their turf. Lad had decided, and his word was law—well, maybe not to his mate, but likely to the rest of the motley pack.
Then again, Brimstone had seemed more than uncomfortable with the mere idea of a Human. It would be weird to him to have Human tools . . .
Lad suddenly realized how this whole thing could ruin their romantic advances. This night wasn't about business, it was about love. Dammit! Brimstone nodded thoughtfully. "Almost like-" He broke off with his muzzle wrinkled in disgust. "humans." He spat with decisiveness. "But, we are dogs, not humans. When humans were alive, they bound us with leashes and collars. Now that they are gone, it's time for dogs to take over. We won't fall for their mistakes of greed and dictatorship. We'll not take the path they did."
Realizing he was spitting the words with such intensity, he let his hackles flatten. "I think it's a good idea love."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 19:26:24 GMT -5
*MorningGlory*Woodrow had hovered around the room for the most part, groveling for fear of drawing too much attention. He wasn't a coward (or at least he thought so), but he would go any length to protect himself. He had never valued himself much, nor evaluated the possibility, but that was with People. With other dogs, it was different. He seemed to blend in with them like a camouflaged hunter to a woodland backdrop (not that he would ever be as supercilious or as noble as the others, whom he held in high regard at least subconsciously, but this prospect did not cross his mind). The terrier sighed a little through his mouth, the air singing a warm melody in the spaces between his teeth. He had never been a social butterfly, most dogs being larger than him, but he would love it if someone were around for him at that moment, the perfect someone. Someone who wouldn't smother him, try to protect him, like Harper, and someone who would give him space and give him respect, a standard that Rhapsody, although lovable, did not meet, and would not until she was hardened by this new wilderness—well, maybe it was for the better that she wasn't. Woodrow felt a rush of almost misery as he imagined his newfound friend so unlike herself—sedate. Unnatural. Artificial.Woodrow needed someone who would just . . . Well, he needed someone just right. Woodrow held back a memory of the People. Not just the one with whom he had onced live—not just Gladys. No, he thought of all of them collectively—their memory as a whole, their being a dead race, an eradicated one. He felt a crushing sensation that seemed to seep through the fibres of his bones, of his skin, of his innards, of his brains. He remembered an engraving he had seen long ago, on a walk with a foster Safeguarded: in loving memory of marah aldine bexley 1890-1930 died a hero The terrier's neck snapped up with a crackle. He felt an ethereal sensation, and with his ears he heard the sound of a tempest rushing past, the same sound one heard as they tore through the land in a run, slicing the air—everyone knew those sounds. How long had he sat there occupied?
Woodrow remembered the talk about ranks vaguely. He did not like it, he decided; he would tolerate it (as if he had a choice), but he would not like it. He would much rather live without such an elaborate complex to complicate the goings-on of his life.
Underlain were the boy's previous musings, of People, of ranks, and, more important, of a particular inscription he had once seen. But why should it bother him so much?
What he did not know was that the misery he had latently felt, the sudden, muted pain, was product of the sadness he had been feeling since the Epidemic, and, now that he thought about it, since he had killed the Beast. Woodrow felt a rush of grief and remorse. Why had they killed the poor thing? It had deserved life as much as them—even if it wasn't exactly alive anymore.
What bothered him was the harsh reality of death—not only of death, but of extinction. The extinction of Humanity. The People were lost to them, the only avenue through which they could make contact with their former companions the Beast. But this was not an adequate outlet. It was bad and promised only bad.
Woodrow wished, pleaded, that he could have seen Gladys in her last moments, shown her how much he appreciated her, how much he had loved to serve her and how much he had adored her. He had only wanted good for her, had earnestly wished her well.
His wish had not worked.
The dog blinked, the rims of his eyes brimming with tears, lost in grief. He had lost it, he had finally lost it.
He let it go. He cried.
He cried.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 19:36:34 GMT -5
"I was thinking on the more . . . scavenging side of things. Gross, I know! But . . ." Lad wavered mid-sentence.
Now that the People are gone . . .
". . . we can find food and even other useful stuff. Forks and knives'd"—his crude way of saying "forks and knives would"—make good weapons, if we could figure out how to maneuver them." He looked up at Brimstone seriously. Teeth, claws, and weaponry? Enemies would hardly stand a chance. An image materialized: The silhouette of a dog soaring through the air with impressive dynamism, landing squarely on her enemy's neck and digging into the flesh with the butcher's knife in her jaws. Mother wit and eccentricism broiling in her dark eyes, she gave him an oblique glance, then disappeared.
The whippet was in awe, but nervous all the same. Was this such a good concept? It seemed that with such weaponry, their capabilities would be only amplified; and yet, there seemed to be some sort of downside—it was immoral and almost Humanlike.
Disgustingly Humanlike.
Still, it was time for dogs to claim their turf. Lad had decided, and his word was law—well, maybe not to his mate, but likely to the rest of the motley pack.
Then again, Brimstone had seemed more than uncomfortable with the mere idea of a Human. It would be weird to him to have Human tools . . .
Lad suddenly realized how this whole thing could ruin their romantic advances. This night wasn't about business, it was about love. Dammit! Brimstone nodded thoughtfully. "Almost like-" He broke off with his muzzle wrinkled in disgust. "humans." He spat with decisiveness. "But, we are dogs, not humans. When humans were alive, they bound us with leashes and collars. Now that they are gone, it's time for dogs to take over. We won't fall for their mistakes of greed and dictatorship. We'll not take the path they did."
Realizing he was spitting the words with such intensity, he let his hackles flatten. "I think it's a good idea love." "You don't," Lad corrected Brimstone. He felt slightly ruffled, even though he had been thinking the same thing. "It's okay, though. Don't you worry," he added vehemently.
The whippet muted his thoughts. "Anyway, a deer would kick me so hard I'd land in the next century." Lad wasn't the biggest fan of big game. It tasted good in the end, but more than one dog was likely to get his derrière kicked. Well, at least small dogs like him.
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Post by lozi on Nov 28, 2016 19:41:15 GMT -5
"It's not a bad idea, as long as we watch who gets their paws on it."
Snickering at Lad's words, he was glad to have some relief of tension. "I'd probably get kicked so hard in the jaw that I'd not be able to eat the deer, much less kill it!" He bumped Lad with his hip affectionately, enjoying their boyish joking. It was nice to get away from it all, if only just for a moment.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 28, 2016 19:42:30 GMT -5
"Please," Pandora said, "I insist you eat this." Her voice was soft and her eyes were kind but there was a confident air about her that said she wasn't taking no for an answer. She nosed the meat to the smaller dog, even bending into a crouch so she didn't seem as big.
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Post by lozi on Nov 28, 2016 19:46:28 GMT -5
"Please," Pandora said, "I insist you eat this." Her voice was soft and her eyes were kind but there was a confident air about her that said she wasn't taking no for an answer. She nosed the meat to the smaller dog, even bending into a crouch so she didn't seem as big. Leaping forward to give the bigger dog a lick on the nose of gratitude, she took the meat. "Thank you! You have no idea how great it feels to know that for one moment you don't have to worry about being stepped on." Rhapsody naturally had a bubbly personality, but through many incidents, she had been cowed and was wary of those who could hurt her. Now that the Epidemic was out, she didn't want to get on the bad side of any dog. For now, she was glad to have a friend. Ravenously tearing at the meat, she turned to Pandora. "Where did you come from before the pack?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 19:49:40 GMT -5
"It's not a bad idea, as long as we watch who gets their paws on it."
Snickering at Lad's words, he was glad to have some relief of tension. "I'd probably get kicked so hard in the jaw that I'd not be able to eat the deer, much less kill it!" He bumped Lad with his hip affectionately, enjoying their boyish joking. It was nice to get away from it all, if only just for a moment. Lad grinned a little, looking down. "I'm sure you would. Oh, wait, I have a good one." The whippet cleared his throat. He had wanted to go along with the game anyway. "What did one deer say to the other?" The whippet didn't wait for an answer. "Cud you go away, please? A real knee-slapper,—" he added, then hurriedly went on to say, "get it—cud?"
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 28, 2016 19:55:34 GMT -5
Pandora giggled in surprise of the little dogs' energy. "You're very welcome," she said softly. "I originally came from a place called alaska. But my human moved us down here months before the Epidemic. Where are you from?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 19:57:15 GMT -5
"Please," Pandora said, "I insist you eat this." Her voice was soft and her eyes were kind but there was a confident air about her that said she wasn't taking no for an answer. She nosed the meat to the smaller dog, even bending into a crouch so she didn't seem as big. (Was this even for me? Dang.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 19:58:24 GMT -5
The female's confident demeanor immediately gave him new edge. He wasn't going to moralize about it all in clear, think before he said; even the notion did not occur to him, nor did he even decide in clear that he was not going to do that such moralizing. He was simply finished. He wanted these dogs to leave him be. He had all but forgotten all about wanting someone to be there for him. All he knew was that this female was not that someone. "Go away," Woodrow warned, biting his lip. "I'm not kidding. You leave me alone. I know what you all want. You all just want to corrupt me. You're preying on me when I'm sad. It's not funny. You don't know what's best for me, and even if you do, I'm not going to listen." He bit hard into the side of his jaw to stop himself from laughing in hysteria. It was a habit of his when he was agitated. "I bet none of you even feel remorse for not taking care of your Safeguarded better. Well, I do. I could have helped my Safeguarded. Maybe not cure her, but help her." (Was this even for me? Dang.)
(OH GOD IT WASN'T LMFAO)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 28, 2016 19:59:03 GMT -5
"Please," Pandora said, "I insist you eat this." Her voice was soft and her eyes were kind but there was a confident air about her that said she wasn't taking no for an answer. She nosed the meat to the smaller dog, even bending into a crouch so she didn't seem as big. The female's confident demeanor immediately gave him new edge. He wasn't going to moralize about it all in clear, think before he said; even the notion did not occur to him, nor did he even decide in clear that he was not going to do that such moralizing. He was simply finished. He wanted these dogs to leave him be. He had all but forgotten all about wanting someone to be there for him. All he knew was that this female was not that someone. "Go away," Woodrow warned, biting his lip. "I'm not kidding. You leave me alone. I know what you all want. You all just want to corrupt me. You're preying on me when I'm sad. It's not funny. You don't know what's best for me, and even if you do, I'm not going to listen." He bit hard into the side of his jaw to stop himself from laughing in hysteria. It was a habit of his when he was agitated. "I bet none of you even feel remorse for not taking care of your Safeguarded better. Well, I do. I could have helped my Safeguarded. Maybe not cure her, but help her." Pandora wasn't talking to him)
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Post by lozi on Nov 28, 2016 19:59:24 GMT -5
"It's not a bad idea, as long as we watch who gets their paws on it."
Snickering at Lad's words, he was glad to have some relief of tension. "I'd probably get kicked so hard in the jaw that I'd not be able to eat the deer, much less kill it!" He bumped Lad with his hip affectionately, enjoying their boyish joking. It was nice to get away from it all, if only just for a moment. Lad grinned a little, looking down. "I'm sure you would. Oh, wait, I have a good one." The whippet cleared his throat. He had wanted to go along with the game anyway. "What did one deer say to the other?" The whippet didn't wait for an answer. "Cud you go away, please? A real knee-slapper,—" he added, then hurriedly went on to say, "get it—cud?"
As soon as Lad got to the punch line, a delighted smile lit his face. Crooked, and toothy it was, the smile was one of the most genuine things in the city. It lit up his dull and dusty face, and made his odd-colored eyes sparkle. "I get it!" A serious, but still please look rolled over his face.
"I've always wanted to be told a joke. When you're in the rink fighting for your life, there's not too much conversation aside from the occasional insult."
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