All around the world (closed)

[mayday<3]

Things were quiet, it was nice to listen around and not hear a sound. It gave a sense of serenity, peace, and tranquility. It was soothing to walk down the road and not hear anyone, to not hear the roar of a coward, and the snarl of a dog. It was nice to smell fresh air instead of blood, rotten flesh and urine. Breathing in, the large blue canine walked. He walked slowly, he never moved quickly unless it was life saving. Ryland always walked with a slow determination to him, he didn't have no where to go that was important enough to rush too. He liked viewing the world, looking around and taking in the beauty of things. Maybe he had a better appreciation of life compared to many canines, Ryland was sure of it. Breathing in, he came upon the dusty road. It was empty, and it seemed like the road itself came out of the dog fighting arena.

It was cracked, with multiple scars and crevices in the path, he sighed at the sight of the road. It took him back to scattered memories that he wanted to forget so badly. He hated humans for what he did to him, for what he did to his siblings, and the dozens of dogs that were tortured in the rings. It sadden Ryland knowing that many of the canines that he fought weren't blood craving lunatics, and just fought to save their lives- like how Ryland was. Shaking his body, he repressed the memories into the back of his mind. He wanted to have a good day, maybe just a day of being alone, or maybe with the company of others, either way, he just wanted a good day that didn't involve his previous home- if that's what you wanted to call it. Blinking quickly, the large male licked his lips as his stomach growled.

He was hungry, but it seemed like he was always hungry. They never did feed you enough, and even thought he's been out of the arenas for a few months it was still hard to get a dog his size back up to normal stray conditions. Rolling his eyes and ignoring the pains that his stomach made, the handsome male kept on strolling around the road. He walked aimlessly, just wandering around like a lost puppy. He stared up at the sky, at the ground around him, even at the structures that the humans had created. Humans. They confused Ryland. There were some that loved the canine species, and others who did not... Sadly, the cane cor so got the short end of the stick when it came to his situation. Rye wasn't necessarily jealous of dogs who lived with humans, he was more envious and confused why many dogs did not like their owners (that's if they treated them well). It was hard for him to accpect the fact that someone would want to give that up.

Ryland knew that house life wasn't for him, not now anyways, but maybe it would had been different when he was a pup. He knew for a fact he would rather grow up in a home rather than a fighting ring. Still walking, finally he stopped underneath a small tree. It provided shade, or at least it would have in the summer. Now the leaves were all fallen off of it, and in a way it looked sad and dead, but he knew soon that the tree would soon be growing with color once again.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable3Middle.png] ** Dainty paws pounded against the tousled soil of the barren lands, hearing the snarls and barks behind her, gritting her teeth together as she cursed at herself within the captivity of her mentality, wishing she hadn't teased those brutes beyond their control, made them lust for her body, and then not allowing them to do as they pleased, for she was trying to wean herself from her promiscuous ways. It was all harmless flirting, at least until one of the males chose to refer to her as a nasty word, the other trying to grab on to her, well, they must have thought she was one ignorant lady, for they most definitely didn't expect it when she clamped down on to the snout of one, then whirling around to snag the ear of the other. She then bolted, which led to where she was now, darting across the dead fields, just trying to get out of the line of sight of these strangers, golden irises scoping around for any possible route, not finding any at all, that was, until she noticed a small creek, around fifty yards away, to which she made a sharp left turn, spraying some gravel in the eyes of the pursuers, her chest heaving as the wind whisked its way through her thick red-merle pelage. ** The Finnish Spitz/Great Dane/Mastiff mix sprinted forth, elongated limbs carrying her with ease, as if she were floating over the earth rather than coming into contact with, probably inherited from her show dog mother, and she smiled at the thought of Jewel, only to then cringe when she imagined her grandmother scolding her for doing things such as this, which encouraged Natalia to go faster, at a speed she had never gone before, most likely from all this adrenaline that was pumping itself in copious amounts throughout her veins. Head craned down to give her more control, and with one final glance over her shoulder, tip of her coral-painted tongue sticking out in mockery at the duo of villains, then using her petite structure to leap over a log, diving down into the awaiting pond, diving beneath the surface, and paddling down there until she made it to where the shrouding reeds were, praying that they wouldn't find her. The soaked femme thought she had won, at least until she picked up on the sound of them splashing into the water as well, making her snarl before she loped to the shore, realizing just how far they had gotten, from the sparse area to this thriving lake, now heading towards the endless road, and that was where there was a barbwire fence, her last chance. ** Despite her moist follicles, the athletic girl used a nearby rock as leverage to jump over the barrier, still running as she stared over her shoulder, watching the two males snap and bark at the wires, their bulk too much to allow them to leap, and she laughed out whilst still moving, “Hah, take that you chauvinistic pi-” Nata’s statement was cut off when she tripped over a warm body on the ground, letting out a yelp as she landed on her chest, rump high in the air as she slid down the slight inclination, spitting out a leaf that had gotten stuck in her mouth in that moment of surprise, standing up with a wobble and shaking her luscious coat before turning around with a sheepish laugh as she chimed out, “Hehe, sorry about that Mister, trying to lose those two doofuses over there.” The vixen then trotted closer to the handsome Cane Corso before winking playfully and chirping out as an addition, “The name’s Natalia, pleased to meet you~” Amount: 615 Words. Notes: So sorry about this horrible reply X3 Muse: Sleepy~ Tune: Lemme See ~ Usher Feat. Rick Ross Tags: Mayday with Ryland;

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His eyes were getting heavy so the large dog decided to lay down. Stretching out, the beast rested his large head on his paw and closed his eyes. He quickly fell into a light snooze, and a few loud snores came from his loud jowls. Eventually the light nap turned into a heavy sleep, and the dog laid onto his side. His large ribs fell up and down with each breath that he took. He was tired, oh so tired, and a few minutes of sleep felt good to the aging canine. But nothing lasts forever, including the brindle's slumber. Before he was up, he felt paws into his ribs and a hard body hit his. Jumping up, the beast looked around.

He didn't not throw attacks or show teeth, he wasn't too keen on using his teeth before he knew what was attacking, for all he knew it could had been a stupid puppy. Blurred vision, Ryland looked around until he saw a Merle female standing next to him. Blinking with confusion and still hurting from the dog stumbling over him, he studied her. She looked like she was just on a high speed chase, and her pretty coat was tangled within itself. Feeling the pain of the girl disappearing and the pain of his hips kicking in, the beast sat down, wincing in pain, but it slowly went away. The pretty little female opened her mouth, and words came from her lips, but it wasn't making sense to him.

Oh, it's okay, I wasn't sleeping or anything. Ryland rolled his eyes and looked away for a split second, but when his light colored eyes came back around to look at her, they were soft and golden in color. A smile smile covered his lips, but he was still some what unhappy that his sleep was disturbed. After a few moments, the rest of her sentence registered in his mind, and he nodded. Who's chasing you? He asked, looking over his shoulder to the direction that the girl came from. He saw no one in the horizon, and figured they were long gone by now. Turning his graze back onto the girl, he eyed her up and down. You came far, didn't you? He asked, with a caring tone in his voice, but now his soft eyes turned hard.

Ryland wasn't fond of hurting females, though he wasn't opposed to playing with their minds and bodies, it was different when things turned physical. You okay? Scanning over her body even more than before, looking for any signs of a attack. Seeing no signs of an attack, he calmed himself down. He was sure that this pretty knew how to take care of herself, but there still were canines who took advantage of females and pups. Well, hello, Natalia, I'm Ryland. It's nice to meet you too. He gave a smooth smile, and a small wag of his tail. I'm sure that those doofuses won't be coming around anytime soon with me sitting here. He reassured her. Safety was a number one priority, whether you're male, female, young or old, everyone has the right to walk down the street without fearing.

OOC:I thought it was good, gave me a lot to work with.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable3Middle.png] ** The vixen seated herself right in front of the handsome brute, plumed tassel swishing from left to right in a rhythmic pattern as she let out a gentle hum to keep the silence from swamping them both, for some reason, there could never be complete quiet for her, she had to have some sort of symphony behind her, maybe it was that impending sensation of being all alone, now that she was weaned from the home of her parents and siblings, hell, she hadn't seen Casanova in such a long time, so at the moment, she was in need of socialization, just to have some nice company. It was depressing to wake up every morning and look in the reflection of the river and only see yourself as a whore, giving yourself to every male that you met, just for some attention from someone, hence why she tried to refrain from sleeping with anyone anymore, wanting to make others see her as the highly intelligent femme that she actually was, not the one who had hit a home run with nearly every specimen of the opposite gender’s population, to which a vague frown lined her inked lips, until she shook her head and realized that she was in company, to which another gentle smile lined her rims. ** She felt like he was lying to her when he stated that she hadn't woken up, so in that overtly friendly manner of her’s, the dame dipped her chin forward and touched her nose to his cheek with a whine, golden voids conveying her apology that wasn't required to be spoken in useless words. Following that he inquired her as to what, or who, had been trailing after her, to which she let out a gruff snort, silken tail waving around behind her as she snided out in an irritated tone, not at this stranger, but at those two brutes who thought they could get the better of her, “These two guys who thought that I owed them my body. Seems like the only thing males pay attention to, no offense.” With that she let out an amused giggle, just remembering that her company was that of a brute, and her grin widened to show that it was all in good nature, following his gaze to the lands she had crossed, letting out a sigh as he let out the clump of words about her going far, to which she nodded meekly, “Sadly, you’re right, I have no clue where I am.” ** His askance of if she was fine actually startled her and made the mixed breed quirk a brow, for never had someone asked if she was doing alright, it was always about them, to which her aureate optics warmed up as she stated softly, “Yeah, nothing more than a hurt pride, thanks.” Natalia took in his calling, burning it into her memory as she imitated his relaxed posture, and at his kind words, the last ones he spoke, she let out another laugh, giving him a lick on the cheek as she chimed, “That’s sweet of you, Ryland, though I won’t be a bother, papa taught me how to take care of myself. I’m not Cinderella anymore.” With a teasing wink she backed up a few paw steps, only to sheepishly toss towards the Cane Corso, “Though, do you perhaps know the way back to the farms? Only if you aren't busy, I wouldn't want to impose.” So there she was, merle hide fluttering in the wind, along with her lashes, as she delicately examined the roguishly attractive dog in her presence, she was a lucky lady, always seeming to encounter such good looking men, though their personalities weren't always the best, though time would tell for this one, if fate allowed them to become friends. Amount: 635 Words. Notes: Sorry it took so long for me to type this<3 Muse: Tired ;w; Tune: Confessions ~ Usher Tags: Mayday with Ryland;

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The Merle female placed herself in front of Ryland, and this made him smile, green golden eyes danced with curiosity, and his cropped ears twitched with excitement. He could tell that she was fun, but very lose. Within minutes of meeting her, he could tell that she has been around- but that was okay. Females like that weren't very clingy, and that's the last thing that Ryland wanted- a clingy bitch. Her pretty coat flowed as she sat down, and Ryland bit his lip in this response. He eyed her, giving her that lustful look that he's gave girls so many times. He gave her a small smile, but the look in his eyes did not leave. Then things got quiet, and the female looked like she was deep into thoughts, her eyes becoming distant and her facial expressions dropped.

Brows indented, he was confused on what happened and his expression changed from sexual to confusion. The large brute stared at her with a confused expression, but after a moment, what felt like a life time, she snapped out of it and gave him a smile. Then the beautiful female got up, and placed her cold nose against his cheek. Blushing, Ryland did not move and took in the scent of the girl. She smelled sweet, and this just got the brute even more excited. A large smile crossed his lips, and his heart beat against his chest. Then she snorted in response to who was chasing her, pulling away to look at the Natalia, his eyes showed amusement but with a caring sense in them. His smile lowered in this reply, and he gave a short chuckle.

Oh, Natalia, not all guys are out there for your body, but let me tell you, girl, you are fine. He said, his voice sly and smooth, and after his words, he placed his nose on her folded ear. He gave a light huff, but mainly to show that she was okay and not to be scared. I don't take offense. He said, in a whisper as he slowly pulled away. Nat, you're at the road... He said, with a sharpness in his tone, but not towards the female, but it was quite obvious where they were at. Completely pulling away from her, he was pissed off that he let himself get so close to her. Wrinkling up his nose, he turned his head away from her and looked the other way, scanning the road making sure no one else was going to show up.

Natalia seemed quiet, and almost shocked when he asked her if she was okay. Turning his graze back on her, his brows indented. What? No ones ever asked if you were okay, before? He asked, shocked and nearly hurt that a girl like this could be treated so poorly. Guys now a days, they don't know how to treat a woman! He smiled, his voice had a small playful growl to it. He chuckled once more at Natalia's reply, and just shook his head in disagreement. Girl, you should not have hurt pride. There is nothing about you that should be hurt He said, eyes getting serious but his voice completely soft. Then the female dog came closer to him, licking the blue brindle brute on the cheek.

He gave her a small lick on the crown of her head, wanting to embrace her and feel her body against his. Not anything in a bad way, just her back against his chest, leaning against him, using him a structure, as a protector. He smiled and gave a small laugh. Well, I know I'm sweet, and Cinderella? Anymore? So at one point in time you use to be? Do you want to be my princess? He asked, his voice thick with lust and his eyes craved the vixen. He watched as she danced around him, acting like a pup and this just made him even more excited. Yeah, I can take you there. I can take you anywhere. And of course I'm not busy, dear. Never too busy for you. Ryland said smoothly, with words so deep with lust that it was nearly impossible not to get the memo.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable3Middle.png] ** Her plumed appendage had been waving around by her limbs, muzzle dipped to the side in a concentrative manner when she had spoken to the male, only to then hear his words about males and the grouping she had put them in, feeling his cold yet comforting nose press against her ear, then letting out a flirty giggle at his compliment, to which she playfully bat her lashes at him, nipping his cheek coyly as she chimed back in response, “Why thank you, handsome~” Later spilling from her dark lips was the admitting that she didn't have a clue as to where she was, which was when she teasingly rolled her golden voids, bumping her forehead against his snout, stating in reply, “I can see that, Ryland, I meant that I have no idea how to get home all the way from here, I've never really been around these parts, I like to stay around the town.” Her face contorted with a musing expression, wondering if her siblings even noticed that she was gone, though that was probably a no, since they were on their own, and only saw each other once a week, though perhaps her grandmother would see a difference, since the girl visited every day, not because she was nice, though. Pfft. ** There was a solemn silence in the air as both parties were quieted down, probably lurking around in those trained craniums, and she nearly jumped up in surprise when he let out his shock of hearing that she had never been asked about her status, to which she bit her rubbery lip with a sigh and shook her head, laughing out, though it sounded more sad than amused as she replied with, “No honey, unless you count my family, but by any guy I met, or make that person, no.” Her semi-flopped ears pressed against the side of her face at that, seeing how common courtesies had died down now that it was getting closer to a nearing decade, and with each passing generation, well, there was less respect and more aggression, something that she disliked in brutes, for that meant they wouldn't take no for an answer. His next flurry of vocabulary made her giggle in actual humor, her tail wagging happily as she said, “Well at least you can see that, it’s nice for a bit of change. Stay the way you are, you’ll find yourself a lucky girl, and she’ll be very happy with you, any sane woman would be able to see that.” ** Oh he had quite the charming mouth, and his words about hurt and what-not made her own gaze soften as well as she redirected it to the ground in a humble manner that was completely the opposite compared to her normally outgoing self, one that knew she was beautiful and flaunted it with such a way. At his new amount of inquiries, especially the one about the Cinderella comment, that was when her coy side came back to life as she trotted a full circle around him, tassel sliding underneath his chin in a flirty manner as she chimed out, “Oh yes, you better believe it, though I'm still waiting for my Prince Charming.” She finished those terms with a wink and a grin, only to then sidle up beside him so that her muzzle nearly touched his, whispering out, “Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't, we’d just have to see how good of a prince you are.” With that, she nipped his cheek and sashayed forward, hips swaying with every step as she glanced over her shoulder and purred, “Then what are we waiting for, handsome? Let’s get this tale started.” Amount: 615 Words. Notes: I apologize for how long this took me<333 , Nata gets quite chatty when she's around Ry, this is very amusing XD Muse: Coming Back~ Tune: Cinderella ~ Tata Young Tags: Mayday with Ryland;

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The pretty little female bit his cheek, and his docked tail wagged. The large beast pulled back from leaping upon her, but not in an aggressive way. Biting his lip, a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. His mind played small clips of movies in his head, simple movies that only males would think about. Grinning at her sweet, flirtatious giggle, the large brute gave a chuckle when she called him handsome. You ain't bad yourself, babe. He said, still siting there, watching her dance around him like a pup to it's mother wanting to suckle. A half crooked smile covered his mouth. He wasn't going to give his feelings away too much at a time. It was clear how they both thought one another was attractive, it was just how they both reacted to one another. She was cute, and pretty, but she wasn't a loyal girl, or at least to a male.

Ryland could tell that she' been around, but so has he, so who was he to judge her? Besides, her easy ways made for a fun night in Ryland's eyes. His ears twitched as she spoke about being from town. Yeah, I'll take you there when you are ready. He said, hopefully she wouldn't be ready to go home for awhile. Shaking his head into her next reply, a low grunt escaped his jaws. C'mon, Nat. Lose them fools, and stick with me. He said, winking at her, green eyes danced around her body. His ears twitched as she talked to him about relationships, and who he deserved. Honestly, he didn't deserve even Natalia, she was way to sweet for him, but he knew that her words were right. Ryland was a gentleman, but he has an addiction and that meant not being able to be be faithful. Shame ran through his body.

He's had many girls, but everyone of them he's treated badly. Maybe not physically nor emotionally but he knew that once they founded out they weren't the only girl he was with, Ryland knew it had some sort of emotional damage against them. I'm not as good as how you think I am. He said in a dry, coarse tone. Wrinkling up his nose, his graze left her and looked into the distance. He wasn't a good person. Blinking away his thoughts, he focused his attention back into the girl. He watched as she circled him, eyes not leaving her beautiful body. He wanted her, in almost ever way possible. He wanted to get to know this girl, to know about her secedes, fears and also desires. He wanted to be friendly with her in a manly way, but also have her around not just for the perks, but for a friendship. Ryland felt like she would be okay in being just friends.

Her tail rubbed up against his throat, and the large beast bit his lip. He gave a low moan, as everything in him kept him from jumping on her. He wanted to love her, but rape was so against his morals, he would never. Besides, he didn't want to leap into a sexual thing- he didn't just want that from her. Ryland craved some kind of relationship, not just sensation. Coming back to reality, her words drugged him back into her trance. Oh, so I'm not good enough to be your prince charming, aye? Well, you're not good enough to be my princess! His facial expression harden but both voice and eyes were soft. The female came closer and nipped at his cheek, eyes rolling, he leaped up, nipping the girl in her heels. Two could play at this game, and he was starting to hurt from sitting too long. Standing up, he towered over her, but that was normal. It wasn't shocking to him, but he wondered how she would take his size.

Give me a scene, and I'll create a play. He said smoothly, standing next to her. He looked down at her, eyes soft and filled with love. Not necessarily 'love' but it wasn't lust either.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable3Middle.png] ** The girl just let out a laugh at his latest comment towards her fictional prince charming, she was already getting quite fond of this brute, he was sweet and funny, a dangerous combination, for with that, longing for something more always followed, and if there was one thing with Nata, she didn't like attachments, for that meant more people like her grandmother hounding her every step of the way. She liked to be free, like a bird, soaring through the skies, and maybe that was why she wished for wings, to carry her into higher altitudes than this ground, heck, she had even gone to the mountains this one time, at the peak of the said structure, on the thinnest edge, to feel as close to the canvas as possible, and it had been one of the best moments of her short existence. She knew that at one point in her future she would revisit that domain, just slip past any pack borders, and if she was caught, well then, flirt a little, and then she would be able to see the horizon once more from an avian’s perspective, a sigh rippling through her diaphragm at that meager pensive memory. ** Her merle follicles were delicately fluttered around in this breeze, and she let out a gasp of surprise when she felt his teeth graze her ankles, though that only sparked more of a fire in her golden eyes, that mere touch had given her the energy no burst of muse could compare to, at least he knew how to play this game, making this all the more fun. Her plumed tassel wagged back and forth as she winked at him, taking in his verdant voids, they were so exotic, it wasn't every day that she met such a brute with gorgeous optics like that, they were usually either chocolate or azure, so this was a nice change in scenery. Everything about Ryland seemed to be different from the rest, the way he spoke, how it sent shivers down her spine, his looks, how it reeled her in, his personality, how it drove her to the brink, her self-control being tested at this moment to prove that she could at least meet one attractive male without going to bed with him. It was going to be a hard escapade, but she was going to do it, and maybe later on if this lust wouldn't sate down, then she would give in to her wills, no need to harm it anymore and wait. ** He was now beside her, Natalia’s petite bodice sliding against his own muscled bulk, and she glanced up at him, noticing the way he loomed over her, though she liked that, it portrayed the ability he had to protect her, even though she was quite stubborn and liked to do things herself, thus wouldn't want him to fight off all the enemies, the dragons from their fairy tale, by himself, despite being the noble knight, and she, the fluttery princess. As they trotted along the long path to the farm, perhaps nearly a day’s time before they would even see the borders of it, she heard her companion’s baritone notes ring against her ears, to which she bumped her muzzle against his shoulder, taking in his statement before purring out on her own, “Hm, how’s this scene, a fair maiden, a handsome knight, finding their way to their castle, though who knows what sorts of adventures they’ll find along the way?” A cheery smile lined her rubbery lips at the simple idea, only to then stimulate some conversation between them as she added, “You know, my mom told me a story once, some sort of fable they had in Russia, about this princess and a prince. The chick was betrothed to the royal guy, but every time she was in trouble, the knight always saved her, but she always ended up with the pansy-ass prince. As a kid, I always wanted her to marry the knight, not the prince, and that was a one in a million chance, since no one ever loved the poor knight, but I did, because I didn't want the knight to be alone anymore. But it was just a story, right, and I was just a kid, so it probably explained why that only happens in fairy tales.” Amount: 721 Words. Notes: SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME ;W; <3 Muse: Great! Tune: Cinderella ~ Tata Young Tags: Mayday with Ryland;

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Her soft fur rubbed up against his muscular body. She stared up at him, beautiful eyes grazing up at the beast. He smiled at her, and stared into her eyes. You have such beautiful eyes. He said, licking the area between her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Find the adventure? No, my fair maiden, you don't find adventures. You make adventures. Life isn't an adventure. The adventure is in life. An adventure won't just come and fall into your lap, you must search for it. He said with a wise tone to his voice. He knew a little about life and their lessons, but as far as knights went, he wasn't too sure about that. Fairy tales? He asked, questioning her. I'm sure I can give you tale or two to tell. He winked at her, quickly looking away at his smart-ass remark. No, seriously though, I may look like a knight in shining armor, but I don't think I'm

nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. But aren't we are? He asked in a weird way, questioning his own ideals and morals. He wasn't too sure who he was. He knew he wasn't good nor was he bad. He was just himself. But I guess if you want to think of me as your knight, honey that is perfectly fine with me. He gave her a reassuring smile and another lick on the side of her head next to her ear. Ryland turned into a deep thought. Was he a bad guy for being a player? How many hearts did he break without knowing it? How many pups does he have without ever meeting them? He didn't know, nor did he think he ever would know that answer. A deep, heavy sense of sadness came over Ryland. He didn't want to be bad, but was being good a good thing? Ryland wasn't the justice freak that cared about doing the right thing. All he really cared about was doing what benefited him and the people he cared about. Ryland walked next to Natalia in a quiet trance. His eyes glazed over, as every paw step fell into place and they got farther and farther away from the place were they met.

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** The pair walked side by side on this gravely road, the slightly windy weather making her silken coat merge with the coarser hairs of the handsome male, and she liked the heat he radiated off of his frame, it was comforting, like she knew she wouldn't be harmed while she was with him, despite the fact that she liked to be independent as well. But really, what girl didn't like to be coddled every once in a while, treated like a princess instead of one of the guys? Plus she also didn't want to feel like some used toy that everyone just kept donating around, though she knew that was mostly her fault for sleeping with every hot guy she laid her eyes on, but she couldn't help it, she wanted the attention, the sort of attentions he knew her family wouldn't be able to give her. Perhaps deep down in that soul of her’s, she was hoping that out of the dozens of brutes she fraternized with, that maybe her future love would be included, though really, why would a good boy be tussling in the sack with a whore? That’s what she was, and while she didn't like the term, she wasn't going to make excuses for herself, if it was the truth, she was going to accept it. Natalia let out a chiming giggle when she felt the flat surface of his tongue slide against the bridge of her snout, she in turn rubbing that muzzle beneath his chin in an affectionate way, only to then listen to his wise words, her semi-folded lobes following her cocked head, seeing everything in a different light now.

** She murmured out softly, “I guess you are right, maybe our adventure is just around the corner.” When Ryland complimented her optics, the Finnish Spitz mix flushed beneath that thick merle coat of her’s, for this was a genuine endearment to her lesser noticed features, and not on her svelte frame, which was what they really lusted after. In retaliation she hummed out a shy, “Thank you, though I must say yours are stunning as well.” Her plumed tail waved around when he told her of being able to tell her a story or two, bobbing her chin with a grin as she purred towards him in sultry tones, “Mhm, it’d be a shame if those weren't passed on. Maybe we should schedule a date for that then, somewhere private.” She returned his wink with one of her own, flirtatious banter coming natural to her like it was to breathe in the oxygen the planet blessed them with. The Cane Corso then spoke of not knowing what he was, only to then say that if she wanted to see him as her knight, so be it, and she laughed at that, nipping his shoulder with confirmation. Though after that, as they got closer and closer to the farm where her family lived, she noticed that Ry was getting a bit withdrawn, gazing back up into his irises of sea-tints, nudging him softly as she murmured out, “Hey, are you doing okay?” She stared at him a bit more before giving him a chance to answer, only to then see the gate of the farm with a grin, though it slowly slipped away as she noticed the strange atmosphere that was hanging over her abode, slowing down to a trot before halting as she observed the closed fence door. Nata then mumbled to herself, “That’s weird, this is usually never closed…”

Amount: 588 Words.
Notes: So sorry this took forever<333 Hngh, the feels, NATA, YOUR FAMILY IS DEAD /SHOT
Muse: Good ;w;
Tune: Despues De Ti ~ Pepe Aguilar
Tags: Mayday with Ryland;

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Relatively quickly, they reached the place where Natalia retreated at for the night. The spritz mixed fluttered in and out of Ryland’s body frame, constantly touching his body, sending arousing sensations through the veins of the male purebred cane corso. Looking down at the small frame, he gave her a wide smile. Adventures are always around the corner, you just need to stir them up! Ryland’s voice carried out a light, stomach laugh as he spoke. He was having a wonderful time with this merle female, and he knew that she would have to be a face that his eyes would have to lay upon again. Then, the female’s cheeks turned red after Ryland’s comment. A sense of ecstasy jump started and propelled through his blood, making his heart skip a beat and consciousness blurred, but it wasn’t like this feeling was foreign to the blue brindle male. Truthfully, it was like Ryland was addicted to the rush of flirtation sensations. Seeing the cheeks of the female blush, the rush of the female’s touch, the acknowledgement of the female’s crush, the attachment of the female’s lust- all in which Ryland yearn for. Addicted to lust? What a sin. But, the cane corso didn’t care about his whereabouts in the afterlife, but he did care about how he left others when he was gone. Careless on how his actions effect himself, sympathetic on how his actions effected others. Ryland didn’t want to be known as a bad guy, but he knew that his player ways would leave a legacy of just that. Natalia’s words brought Ryland out of thought, as she complimented him as well. A conceded smile covered his mouth. He knew that he was good looking, he knew that his muscles bulged underneath scarred tissues, and his strong, masculine features just added to the unique pattern of his silver lining pelt, but of course, Ryland wasn’t going to act cocky and arrogant. Confidence is sexy while cockiness is not.


Well, thank you, Natalia. Her name slipped off his tongue elegantly, as though he was born to speak her name. He looked down at her with lust filled in his green tinted eyes, as her next comment had amusement clearly placed on his face. Eyes sparkling, he cocked his head to the side. Yes, it would be a shame if your marvelous looks were not passed on. Words surpassed his lips with such desire that it was almost too desperate for the male. He knew what she was commenting about- stories telling, but it would had been unlike the male to not take the conversation and manipulate it to where he wanted discussion to fall. Giving her a quick wink, and a small chuckle, Ryland moved the conversation back to where it belong. Sharing stories would be lovely. I have many stories I should probably reveal to someone before they mentally decapitate me. Ryland’s voice changed from a lustful tone to a very tensed, serious vibe. Killing dogs for survival was no circus, and even though it was kill or be killed, every life Ryland took, he felt monstrous about, as though he was nothing but a walking, talking monster, and for some time, he was. Mentally, Ryland wasn’t like that, killing just to kill, killing for the thrill, and fortunately many of those he did exterminated were bloodthirsty so the feeling of guilt wasn’t overly prominent in Ryland’s range of emotions. Yes, I’m fine. The words that came from Ryland’s mouth was one of the most uncertain sentence that he spoke today. He wasn’t fully sure if he was okay, genuinely concerned about his wellbeing as well as the others he has encountered on his destructive path of lust and blood. Gulping down emotions that needed to be bottled up once again, he returned his attention to the female. Realizing that they had arrived completely at their destination, he scanned Natalia’s essence as they stood in front of a closed gate. Something wrong, Nat?

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<sub>** The Spitz mix loved the feeling of being pressed up against the steely fur and muscles of her companion, it was like she had this fake sense of protection when she was around him, but the more intelligent reality of her mind conquered the feelings of her heart, for it knew that if anything, this would just be some fling, nothing more. She blushed at his compliment, implying the result of a breeding, children, but she didn't even know if she was able to have kids, for no matter how many times she had a tumble in the bushes, tons of times, she never came out pregnant, giving her the fear that she was infertile. Who knows, maybe one day she would be lucky, but until then, all she could do was flash him a small smile, murmuring out with a wag of her plumed tail, “You're so sweet.” He had such a way with her words that it made her soul flutter, feel like she was walking on clouds, something that she would never forget, this day was unlike any other, finally an evening where she was having a nice conversation with a male, not just full of flirting, or maybe there was a lot of it, but still, she was learning things about him that just didn't pertain to sexual activities. She wanted to learn more about the ravishingly handsome Cane Corso, about his favorite things to do, maybe how he liked to pass nice days, simple things like that, stuff that would see if they had anything in common, other than their love of teasing.

** At the mention of him switching stories with her, to be able to pass on his tales before he died, she gently bumped him with her hip in a scolding manner, stating, “Don't say that, anyone who would want to hurt you obviously has their head screwed on loose.” She then lifted her muzzle up to rub her head underneath his chin in an affectionate manner, trying to get his mind off of those sad thoughts he was on, as she could tell by the slight loss of luster in those gorgeous pale emerald voids, though when she noticed something wrong with the place her family stayed at, all concern was fueled towards this. She stared at the gate for a bit longer, Ryland's words nearly going over her head as she just furrowed her brows in suspicion, turning to face him as she explained, “Yeah, but this gate's always closed, and if you look closer, the wood's all splintered… Come on, let's go check it out.” Most girls would have been shivering and crying by now, for she did smell the bear's scent all over the place, but she didn't let her emotions get out of control yet, nor was she going to cower behind the strong male like he was her shield, nope, she was going to investigate this for herself, like the independent woman that she was, the one who knew that you only got through life doing things by yourself.

** Regal limbs took her forward, over the warm land as she frowned, scaling up the steps in practically a single bound, her ears pinned against her skull as she noticed how the door was opened, yet another thing that didn't seem normal, but maybe her family had gone out for a hunt and left for an hour or two. Though that theory was tossed right out the window when the powerful stench of rotting flesh and blood slapped her right in the face, feeling like she was going to vomit as she let out a cough, stumbling a step back before forcing herself to go forward, casting one more look to her companion with a worried look. Her paws were weakly moving as they pressed against the wooden floor, only for the girl to call out in desperation, “Mother? Father? Grandmother? Condor?” Her voice cracked slightly at the end when she nearly fell to the ground at the sight of her sire's decapitated head on the floor, eyes wide as she noticed how far it was from his body, her chest rising and falling in a panic as the scream that wanted to rip from her throat couldn't even form. Her golden voids were wide with shock as she started to back up, seeing the bloody paw prints that led all over the house, only to run out into the forest behind the abode, and she couldn't even dare to look in the other rooms, afraid of what she would find. Oh how she wanted to cry, sob, but the tears wouldn't come out, the only thing that repeatedly left her maw was, “Daddy? Daddy… Wake up…”

Amount: 789 Words.
Notes: The heartbreak ;w;
Muse: Great!
Tune: Silent Hill: Downpour
Tags: Mayday with Ryland;</sub>