Just Gonna Stand There And Watch Me Burn [Champ]

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] Five days. Five days the Lab mix has been wandering throughout the town. Searching for a certain canine. Well well. Twist, is it not? I would like to request a favor for you... And what do you get back, you may ask? Well my dear; you may have a-I do not want food. I do not wish for one's time. I'll kill this dog; only if you tell me why. His name is Champ. He has a blonde pelt. He is a Pitbull, and I would like for you to murder him, because he made a mockery of me in front of my group. That simply will not do. Twist nodded once and lightly grinned, turning around and trotting out. There was a moon. The only source of light there, it seemed. If there wasn't a beautiful lantern of the sky at this time, all anybody would see would be the white on Twist's pelt. A.K.A, her chest. Her paw steps were light, barely touching the few puddles on the cold hard ground. Although she didn't know the smell of this dog, the look and name would surely help her. She only slept for two days, sleeping on a rock or on a thick low branch of a tree. The mix wanted to get angry, but anger just wastes energy. Anger is pointless, for it does you nothing. Nothing for your soul, or your life. It was almost pointless, but Twist sniffed around on the ground. She knew there would be some trace of him; for no matter what you do, there's always going to be a trace. There was a building, yes. The mix had been here before. A saloon. Old, empty, and boring. Perfect area for her to close her eyes for a few minutes. She lightly trotted towards the place, almost wishing she hadn't. Her pawsteps grew louder as she went up the old wooden stairs, and into the building. Then. THEN, is when she smirked. There he was, out in the open. There was a golden dog, sniffing around the alcohol. Her smirk, suddenly became a frown. How could I be so idiotic to just walk in, like... BAM?! Dammit dammit dammit! She froze, blinking as thunder boomed behind her, and it suddenly began to rain. At least that's good, she loves the sorrow the rain brings at night. Twist stood up straight, and almost as loud as the thunder, she yelled to the dog, "STATE YOUR NAME." She wanted to spook him a bit, of course, but she also wanted to make sure he was the one. The yelling, you may ask? Oh, she's just... off. words: 459 =.= tags: Champ notes: IT'S BAD

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OH DON'T MIND THIS, FUCKTARD RELLY JUST SAVED OVER HER POST.

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] Alcohol. The smell of alcohol was lingering in the air... and he was drinking it. Is he trying to kill himself, the mix thought to herself; completely ignoring him. He was already annoyed of her, and she didn't say anything yet. Twist slightly cocked her head to the side, wondering if he was intoxicated, or sober. She's heard of the words, and had always wondered if dogs could ever become intoxicated. Probably not...? The mutt sighed lightly, nodding once and slightly to his name. Lucky me, his name is Champ. Twist bounded over to him, getting close as she watched him watch her. Her focus turned to the liquid, and then back on him. "Please don't hang your head and cry." The lab mix's voice was cold, but serious. She turned her head around, mumbling to herself, "No wonder why my heart is dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified." Turning back to him, Twist moved and sat in front of him, blinking slowly. When she blinks slowly, she's thinking of something. In this case, she's thinking of how to murder him. He can't kill himself, then it's no fun. Getting your paws filthy with pleasure is always fun. I'm... talking about the nonsexual way; for all of those immature readers out there that are reading this. Anyway. Where was I? Oh, yes. Twist wanted to feel the hopes and dreams being crushed in her mouth. She wanted to feel the blood dripping from her fangs and splattering onto her paws. Although, this dog didn't seem to have dreams, to have hope. The best way to knock a building made of blocks is to build a sturdy one first. Lightning crackled and cackled. It lit up the area in a flash, and quickly went away. Twist laid down in front of him, nudging him with her paw gently. "Cyanide. My name is Cyanide. What are you doing?" Keeping her usual voice, she lied. Of course Twist didn't care about what he was doing, and she didn't want him to know his name. Name's are for lovers. Lies are for fighters. The truth is for girls. Twist isn't a girl. She's a skilled assassin; duh. She sniffed the acohol quickly, licking her nose of disgust and huffing. The mix got up, walking towards the bar, and grabbed a random beverage, slamming it on the floor, and lightning cracked again. This time, it was closer, and much louder. It even made the dark mix to look outside swiftly. Her brown eyes rolled, and she picked up a glass piece, walking back to the dog and standing over him. Of course, this wasn't how she was going to kill him. She was going to wait until lightning lightens and darkens the room, and then she would stick it in his back, and attack him. Once she gets his dreams out, of course. Which should be soon. Twist quickly focused on outside, hearing crackling noise. Although it was probably just lightning or something, Twist ignored it, turning around with her back towards the outside, and her back towards him. She sighed, laying down and resting her head on her paws. Perhaps she shall wait until the storm dies down, or until he falls asleep. Twist said out loud to no one, but at the same time to him, "Oh how I long to get this over with, already. I need you to-" her words seems to fall right out of her tongue and onto the ground; stopped by the cracking noise. Crack Crackle Snap words: About 600 tags: Champ notes: I didn't know if you wanted the fire to start here or in the next post soooo.... yeah. I just kinda went with it. Sorry, if you think it's too early

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The pitbull simply stared at her. "I'll try not to, but no promises." he said flatly, rolling over on to his side and staring at the wall. He wanted to scream, to cry, to do something... but where there should have been sorrow, or even anger, there was nothing. A void in place of his heart, that died with his best friend. The labrador mumbled something to her self, but he didn't care to listen to what she was saying. Eventually, she spoke once more, introducing her self as Cyanide. "Looks like someone changed their name to feel tough... or their dame was just fucked up in the head, and named her kids after lethal substances." he thought to himself, rolling his eyes. "Oh, you know, just having a drink.." he trailed off, staring out the window at the storm that seemed to be picking up. Lethal bolts of electricity rained down from the pitch black sky, scorching the earth that had become their targets. With each strike, an unearthly roar erupted from a place unknown to the male. His heart started racing, and he felt himself scooting closer to the wall, away from the window. Ever since he'd taken a bullet to the goddamned throat, he hated anything that sounded even remotely like a gun. Besides, what was there to like about thunder storms? They forced you to stay inside, scared the living hell out of you every few moments, and just straight up ruined everybody's day. Each eruption of thunder growing seemingly louder, he felt the fur on his neck and back stand up. W-was it...getting closer?

Oh...oh god. No, no, no, no, no, no... no! This couldn't be happening. One final strike seemed to start something that most certainly would not end well. He had to be smart. He had to think of something fast. When he realized that with each breath, he was inhaling less and less oxygen, and more and more smoke, he froze. Crackling filled the air, small orange orbs popping out of random parts of the building. The fire started small, but...his stupidity had allowed it to grow in to something much bigger. It followed his little trail of alcohol, erupting in to a a fiery explosion by the ball. Beams fell from the ceiling, knocking almost every bottle of whiskey and rum off of the shelves. Each one that fell burst in to a red hot firework on the ground, feeding the inferno, allowing it to grow. Smoke filled the room, clouding his vision. Champ felt his lungs screaming for air, and he became tunnel-visioned. Looking to the coal colored female, he tried to scream out to her, to tell her she needed to leave, but he fell in to a fit of choking on the thick smoke. Eyes watering, he simply dragged himself as close as he could, before he finally collapsed on to the ground. Eyes pleading her to leave, he lay on the ground, body not cooperating, wheezing softly. "M-m...Mi..." he tried to speak, but it simply would not work. Looking up to the ceiling, he could see one of the main support beams groaning, gradually bending down, about to snap. Oh, please, please, don't break, don't brea-

SNAP.

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] It was inside the house. It was creating ashes already, and it was bright. At first, Twist turned around to look at him, and then the fire. She stared at it for a bit, but quickly began coughing. Her vision was blocked out by thick smoke. Her whole body felt sweltering, and her ears felt like they were going to fall off. The sound was so loud; she had never been this close to fire. The other dog was coughing loudly, and she could hear him fall to the floor. Twist simply just stood there, afraid and in shock. His golden body (both color and structure) crawled over to her just a bit, and he spoke. Or at least tried to. The soot dog was holding her breath, but couldn't take it anymore. Twist collapsed to the ground, almost completely passed out. Everything was orange or red, and everyone was gone. She thought about telling him her real name, since she already knew his, but she couldn't speak. Her lungs were heavy and probably as black as her heart now. Her eyes were about to close when the sound of cracking came to her mind. She told herself it was just the fire, or she was just imagining it. That's where she was wrong. Everything caved in around her. Twist completely passed out as more and more smoke filled the air, and the fire ate some wooden beams. Parts of the ceiling fell down around her, one was so close, it almost landed on her head. She wasn't going to end here, but she knew she was going to. Twist had already failed her mission, so she might as well just fail life. I would rather burn and be unknown than be found and known. The black dog's breathing slowed, and soon, she didn't move at all. Her breathing was light and slow, smoke and ashes crawled into her lungs, filling them up with more hell than she could bear. If she could feel, she would know where she was. If she could breathe easier, she would be able to at least smell where she was. Twist's body was more lifeless than before. Ashes covered her, and she smelled of soot. She was barely alive, and the fire didn't help. The outside was windy and still raining, trying to act like a hose and put out the fire. It couldn't do that. The clouds had nothing against this fire. They would need more rain, less lightning. Thunder still boomed, and surprisingly- the fire was still alive. Then again, this was a saloon, so of course the alcohol would welcome the fire to drink it. Eventually, the fire would get drunk and fall, and nobody would be able to catch it. This fire was just like Twist. Fire is a thing that feasts on scared objects, or take the life of anything, just so it could grow. Twist would get into people's minds and mess them up, twisting them around, and then murdering them. Just so her insanity could grow. Although, like she has thought to herself before. She's not insane. Just a bit of a Twist in her personality. words: 531 notes: Muse is sorta good. tags: Champ; Relic

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The feeling you get when you're about to die is certainly an interesting one. He was almost calm, like he'd come to accept his fate. All he had to do was close his eyes, and let the damned fire do its worst. It was almost sickeningly simple. He had no energy left, no determination to come out of this alive. What was the point? He knew that all he would do after this was sulk around some more, get in to a few fights, and wallow in self pity until his heart finally stopped beating. He lay there, slowly suffocating from the smoke, until something made his heart start pounding. What about the femme over there? He remembered that something bad was about to happen to her... had he blacked out? Shaking it off, he scanned the room for her black and white coat. The smoke was so thick, he could barely see the floorboards in front of him. Figuring it was a lost cause, he lay his head back down with a whimper. He was simply too weak to go on a rescue mission. Suddenly, he felt his flank get scorched. With a yelp, he flew forward, looking back at the black mark on his fur. Where he had been laying was a burning stick, which was likely what had just burned his flesh. Adrenaline from the pain had given him a little more strength, and that strength made him decide to go looking for the labrador.

Unable to find her at first, he ran to the door, desperate for a breath of fresh air. He was crushed to find that it was barricaded by fallen beams and planks. As Champ gasped for air, he found a window, sighing as he realized what he'd have to do. Bracing himself, he rammed in to the weakened glass, eventually smashing through it. He landed on the ground, cool rain hitting his body. The pitbull took a few deep breaths, letting the water soothe his burns and cuts. He shook his coat, ridding his body from a small amount of the glass. There was no time to go picking glass out of his wounds; he had to save her. Leaping back up to the window, he kicked off of the sill, and landed on the wooden floor with a slight whimper as the impacted jolted his bones. He pushed forward, calling out her name as he searched, coughing every so often. Eventually, he found her small body trapped beneath a heavy looking mass of wood, covered in soot. "Cyanide!" he cried out in a mixture of happiness and worry. When she didn't respond, he panicked, and crawled under the beam, positioning himself beside her, and pushing her body so that most of the weight would fall on him. Calling upon all of his strength, he pushed as hard as he could, grunting as his muscles trembled under the pressure. Champ could feel it slowly lifting off of the ground, but at a painstakingly slow rate. "Come on, come on!" he growled, pushing his body to the limit. With one final push, he managed to get if off of her body, and thrust it to the side of him. He panted wearily, quickly scooping her up on to his back, and carefully carrying her to the window. It took every last ounce of his strength to jump through the opening with her weight on his back, and he ended up hitting the ground below him hard. Breathing hard, he gently rolled her off of him, and on to the wet grass. His body had been pushed beyond its limit, and finally gave out on him. He fell unconscious, and the area was silent, except for the heavy rain and thunder in the distance.

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] She could feel something pelting her skin. There was a loud sound that echoed through her ears. Ash rolled down her face, and into her nose, causing the dog to cough and sputter. Pushing herself to stand up, Twist slowly arose from the wet ground, soon seing black covering the grass. The mix forced her head up, still coughing and sneezing occasionally. The sky was grey from the rain, and hurt as the small droplets hit her face. Although, it was cleaning her eyesight up, which was good. Twist shook herself and rolled her shoulders, soon stretching and waking up from the "saloon of hell." A little while later, the Lab shook herself off again, getting rid of the rest of the ashes and the soot smell; but the smell of smoke was still faintly there. Somehow snapping back to reality, Twist looked around frantically. The fire was dying down, and there was a body right next to her. Did... did he save me? She thought to herself as her dark eyes stared at the motionless body. There were burns all over him, all over his golden body/fur. Twist stepped over to him, looking around cautiously, she leaned her head down and sniffed his neck. She turned and sniffed his chest, then his stomach. He was breathing, which was good... right? The mix lowered herself carefully and slowly, going into a sit by the dog. Might as well wait until he awakes. Something suddenly hit the female. It was quite odd and unusual for her, but she felt it. This dog had just saved her life, and she was going to kill him. I can't kill him now! He's almost dead because of me. Looking down at him sorrowfully, Twist awkwardly nuzzled his face gently, trying to wake him up and see if he was okay. Knowing what to do, the black dog began to lick the icky, gross, stuff on the male. It tasted bad, yeah, but she was used to it. Twist would lick it off, then spit it out; after all, it was just ashes and wood and such. She cleaned him wherever she could, but stopped at his face. It would seem to weird for her to clean his face. Thoughts raced through her head as she thought if he woke up to her licking his face, and got scared, or something. "It would be funny to see this male scared-" was the excuse Twist thought of if he did awake and she was cleaning his face. So, awkwardly and gently, Twist pressed her tongue to the male's head and began to get all of the dirt and gross stuff off of him. She went to his cheek, then his eyes, then his muzzle. The mutt eventually gave his nose a quick lick to get rid of the ash he was probably breathing in. When the Lab finished, she turned around and flopped on the floor, resting her head on her paws, not saying a word. She wanted to turn around to lick his, now clean, face; just to see what he felt like without the remains of the fire on him. She wanted to playfully nuzzle him and wag her tail; but she couldn't. It would ruin her reputation, and her feelings to try to push him away. Even though he oddly became closer. Twist sighed, she didn't mind the rain, it felt good, but it was began to stop. It was now drizzling, the fire was now gone, and her eyes began to fall. Trying not to fall asleep, the mix shivered. She wanted to speak to the dog, but she felt it was too awkward... she would have to soon though. "Hey. Thanks..." Words: 621 Muse: Good tags: Champ; relic

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Slowly regaining consciousness, the blonde male panted softly. Eyes still closed, and burning like he'd just had ghost chili peppers ground in to them, he simply lay out in the position he had been in, waiting on something...but just what he was waiting on, he didn't quite know. The aroma of smoke, burnt fur, and burnt meat filled the area, gradually being washed away by the heavy rainfall. Thin coat offering little protection from the cool temperature of the spring rain, he shivered as he tried to muster the energy to stand. He found none. He heard the grass rustle as paws made their way toward him, and tensed up as a tongue began rolling along his body. Champ's eyes flickered open, and he saw that the black soot that once covered his pelt was, for the most part, gone. He turned his gaze to the female he'd saved just as she spoke, and his tail thumped softly as he offered a weak smile. "Couldn't just leave you in there..." he admitted hoarsely, the polluted air having taken its toll. Looking up to the sky slowly, he sighed. Muscles trembling as he stood, he looked to her weakly. "We need to get out of this storm before it gets any worse..." He scanned the area, his search ending up with a result that wasn't too favorable; the only thing he could find was an old train car off in the distance. The pitbull stumbled forward, coughing a bit, before he was forced to stop and sit. "Damnit," he cursed, "I'm stronger than this." Champ was disappointed in himself for being so weak.

"Weak..." he mumbled, lost in thought.

Now that he thought about it, that word described him well. All he did was cry and mope anymore, too hung up over a mistake that happened years ago to go out and live his life. He was still single, had no offspring to carry on his bloodline, and had done nothing to make a name for himself. "What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself, beginning to tremble. This isn't what the brute wanted. He wanted to be carefree and and rebellious like the old days, to enjoy life. He wanted to get in to trouble, to love, to lust, maybe even have a son or two while he was at it. Why not? His tail thumped slightly as a determined smile took over his face, and he forced himself up and onward. Trudging through the pain and fighting to stay up, he made his way to the desolate train car, lifting himself in before curling up inside and grunting with relief and happiness. "Cyanide," he shouted, "in here!" His voice boomed out of the echoing metal car, full of glee. That fire may have killed the mutt he was, but it reawakened the mongrel he was born as: Champ, the swaggerific rebel that you either ran with or ran against.

OOC: This is short, but I felt it got its point across for the time being. He's finally broken out of that sad shell, and learned to just let loose. Gotta love how he still has no clue she lied about her name. ~

[BluePlaid]

"Cyanide" He still called her Cyanide. One, that was a stupid name. Two, how could he still believe that? Twist told herself she wasn't in love, but she wanted to say her name aloud. Still, he saved her, so why should she kill him? His life already seems miserable, and since he might just die randomly, might as well.

The female grumbled and forced herself to trot to the male. Her paws hit the ground heavily, yet they didn't make 'too much' noise. Twist just stared at Champ for a moment. Should she lay next to him or just wait outside? Should she say anything, or should they remain in silence? Being the tough cookie she is, of course, Twist jumped inside and instantly curled against Champ. He was so warm, and cuddly and cu- no not cute. An assassin doesn't say 'cute'. An assassin doesn't cuddle another animal! The black mix fell back in surprise, rolling onto her stomach and getting up to go into a sit. "I- I apologize I don't know what happened I..." Her words trailed off slowly, as she just looked away from him and sighed. "Twist. I lied about the name Cyanide. It is Twist." Now looking at her dirty paws, Twist sighed and shrugged. There was nothing for her to say, nothing for her to even do. Still looking at the ground, Twist slowly curled into a tight ball, trying to hide from him. Oh how embarrassing that was, for she just came up to him and started... showing obvious affection towards him! How silly of her. Clearing her throat, the mix looked up at him and sighed, biting her tongue gently to stop herself from talking, but that didn't help. So, she rolled onto her back, looked up, and spoke softly but loud enough for the other to hear, "Have you ever wanted to just die? To forget it all? I'm just afraid where I would go...." The female blinked slowly and continued, "It's my problem if I feel the need to hide. It's my problem if I have no friends and I want to die! It's also my problem if I feel the need to drink and bite and sway! Remember that stuff you were drinkin' earlier? That would probably be my only care. Then again, that stuff only makes me want to k-"

She stopped herself before she could say more. Her words just practically fell right out of her tongue. Her blood stained tongue. Even though she probably was 'in love', that still didn't stop her guard. So, Twist forced herself up into a stand and tensed her muscles. How else was she going to protect Champ? How else was she going to survive out here? Exactly, what do dogs do in silence? Does one talk to another, or do they just remain in silence? Of course it depends, but what about in this situation? Who's going to talk to who? Does Champ adore Twist? Oh how she hopes so. Well, not adore, more like... like. Does Champ like Twist? Who knows? Who cares? Well, Twist certainly does. But it wouldn't work, for Twist is just an assassin and she may end up killing him. She loves killing, but she also likes Champ. Twisted love is never fun.

Pain wasn't fun either. Her back hurt, her paws ached, and she just felt like falling. So, well, Twist did. The female just collapsed on the floor of the train cart, slightly whimpering at how much that hurt when it wasn't supposed to hurt that much.

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Affection? From the shady girl? That was strange. Obviously, he didn't dare shy away from it. Turning his head toward her and giving her a quick nuzzle, he rolled over on to his side, leaning against her. He stared out at the sky which was growing darker by the minute, lazily studying the stars above. Each ball of light was arranged in its own special place. Some even connected, forming wonderful pictures and forming their own stories. Though each star shone brightly, not one star could outshine a constellation in its beauty. The stars that made up the constellations relied on one another to form such works of art; it was a team effort, and they all needed eachother. Champ dreamed of having a relationship like that again, but had always been so afraid, so hardened from guilt, so unwilling to change his stubborn ways. He figured that settling down with a nice girl was all he needed to be happy again, but where would he find her? Surely this lab mix wouldn't be the one...right? A small smile formed on his face, and he lay his head down next to her paws.

All of a sudden, she sat up in a frenzy, leaving the spot next to him oh, so very cold. He rolled back on to his stomach, looking up at her with a slight frown. When she apologized, he cocked his head in confusion. "No, no, I liked-" he stopped, gulping down embarrassment. "I-I mean, you weren't bothering m-me..." he stammered, trying to smile coolly, but failing. "Oh..." was his reply when she confessed her real name, and he smiled slightly. "Well, it is nice to meet you, Twist." She went on about a state he knew all too well, and his face fell. Ears falling back, he stared at his paws with a sigh. "Well, you see... b-before I saved you..." he paused, a lump forming in his throat. It felt like he was choking on his own words, his throat burned with the truth. Damn, the truth really did hurt. What had he been telling himself all this time? He was a miserable, whiny bastard, and here he was acting like a hero.

He sighed, eyes closing tightly as he prepared to take the load off of his broken mind. "I was going to do it. I was going to lay there and let the fire consume me, to finally end the damned suffering. Then I remembered you, and I..I just couldn't let anyone else die. Even if it would only be a few moments before my death, I would have gone mad knowing I just sat back and let you die, just like I did with Taylor..." He stopped talking. The pitbull was ready to vomit, and his head spun. He got up and walked in to the corner, away from her. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..." he mumbled to himself in a desperate voice, tears rolling down his face. Eyes burning and heart aching, he lay curled up in a pathetic ball in that rusted train car, once again reverting to that sad sack of a dog.

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Her heart hurt. Was that bad? Was she supposed to feel this feeling? Twist glanced over at Champ's face. There was water falling down his eyes and slowly rolling off of his cheek. Were those tears? Well, duh, because water doesn't just fall from the sky. Wait. Never mind. Taylor? Who was that? Twist stared at the ground and she stood up and walked to the dark corner Champ was in. The dark light from the moon was the only light there, so Twist sighed in order to prepare herself to try to be his light. She sat down beside him and put her nose to his cheek, then smiled faintly and shakily licked his tears away, saying softly. "You know what I do when I'm sad? I just remember that I always forget. Forget about life and everything I have done that was bad. And, that's pretty much everything in my life. Forgetting about it makes me forget about crying... but then I forget that I'm a skilled a-...uhm... that I'm a skilled loner." She chuckled nervously and wagged her tail gently across his back.

"Don't be sorry," Twist said as she laid by him on the ground, rubbing her head gently against his and sliding her tail by his. The Lab mix nuzzled him gently and slightly, then licked his face again. She whispered with a bit of a grin on her face, "I know you liked it." Twist chuckled and perked her cropped ears up and attempted to make a funny face, her eyes in different directions and her tongue sticking out. The mix sighed happily and pushed herself closer by him into his warmth. Turning around, she puts her back against his stomach and closed her eyes for a while.

When her eyes opened again, Twist shifted herself so the top of her head was on his chest, and her tail was wrapped around his. Her head was spinning from the thoughts going through it, every one related about the same thing. No no no. I can't, I wont, and I will never say I'm in love...! Well, at least out loud I wont say I'm in love... What if he knows that I like him? What will he think? What will everybody think? I could kill them, but what if Champ is around? I don't want to tell him I'm a trained assassin! This is what you get, Twist for being in love!

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The blonde beast couldn't help but smile as his companion tried to comfort him, and he nuzzled her cheek. "Oh, how I'd like to forget with you..." he thought to himself. His face burned a bright crimson as he realized what he'd just done. God, you just met the girl! You can't be thinking of those... things already. Forcing his testosterone driven emotions back, the male nuzzled her neck gently, resting his forehead on her. He'd been so starved of attention for so long now, he simply couldn't control himself. Champ thought of what she said as he sighed contently, snuggling further in to her. Here was the perfect opportunity to do just that — forget. It had been around an hour or two since the damned saloon caught fire, and the rain hadn't ceased. The sound of raindrops splattering in to metal was soothing in a way, and he allowed himself to be lulled by it. Tears drying up and head clearing, he didn't want this girl to leave him. Ever. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he ever found himself without her, even if they'd only just met. She'd taken away pain buried so deep in his system that it ruled his life. He could never repay her for that. "Maybe that's just what I need... what we need. Something to make us forget, to let the good things in life shine through this endless storm of depression." he said, sighing once more and burrowing his head in to her breast.

When she moved slightly, he looked up to her. She was making some of the silliest faces he'd ever seen, and he began to chuckle, nuzzling her further. He smiled at her. The first genuine bout of laughter he'd had in ages, it seemed. Her angelic voice cooed once more, telling him not to be sorry. "I guess I don't know when to stop, huh? Heh..." he laughed nervously. When the bad thoughts threatened to take over again, he shook his head, not allowing himself to let that happen. Never again would he let his life run on guilt and misery. He knew that somewhere up in that sky of blue, Taylor was smiling down at him. He knew she would never have been angry with him for what happened, and yet he allowed himself to be consumed by the possibility. The realization of just how foolish he'd been hit him like a ton of bricks, and he let out a short burst of a laugh. It wasn't of humor, or even hysteria. It was of desperate realization. He would no longer be sad, or downtrodden by the memory of his loved one. His angel was in heaven, where she belonged. And just when he needed an angel the most, she had sent one to him, in the form of a beautiful lab mix named Twist.

Twist stated that she knew he liked it. He narrowed his eyes playfully and smirked. "Oh, it was that obvious? Shame on me for not being sly." he nipped her ear with a grin. When she lay in front of him, back pressed in to his underside, he sighed happily. This was exactly how things needed to be. He held her tenderly, muscles ready to jump up and destroy anything that would dare try and harm or disrespect her. Their tails intertwined, and her head rested gently on his chest. He curled his neck down, his fore head against her own. They lay like this for a while, just enjoying one another's presence. He was so at peace. Hell, he'd almost fallen asleep, but he didn't want to miss a single second of her. His heart pounded, his head swam, and his stomach whirled. As sick as he felt, the feeling was beautiful. As they lay there, Champ wondered just what would happen after this eventful night that almost ended in tragedy. Would she stay with him just as he'd hoped, and make a wonderful pack of two? They could be the king and queen, their children the heirs to their throne. He knew he didn't have what it took to lead a pack, but the thought of them traveling together, having each other's backs, and exploring this mad, mad world was incredible.

words: 714
tags: Twist. <33
location: Saloon
notes: I love them so much. C':

[BluePlaid]

No matter how good everything felt, how free the female felt, there was something nagging on her insides. Two things, that she actually loves this male that saved her life, and that they don't know anything about each other. Sighing happily, Twist opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but instead just shut it tight and shook her head, burring it with Champ's. How good it felt to be in another's presence, to feel the warmth that deep down inside that tainted heart, Twist craved oh so badly. Sighing the second time, Twist thought to herself that if she really liked him, she would be able to tell him everything. So the mix grunted slightly as she sat up, closing her eyes and sighing, waiting for what she was about to say. "Uh.. Champ... there's something I have to tell you. . ." The female trailed off, then continued again with her eyes still closed, trying to remember everything. "I... okay uh. I am Twist. My father killed and ate my mother for the fun of it, but let me survive. He trained me and let me watch him kill dogs for the fun of it. He taught me how to mess with people, how to hide bodies, and how to fight. He called himself 'Code.' One day, Code told me everything. How he killed my mom, how he ate her, and how he trained me to be an assassin. I killed him, and now I let dogs ask me who to kill. I'm like a hitman. Anyway, this one snooty dog wanted me to find and kill you for making fun of him, or something, in front of his friends. I was looking for you for five days, then told you to state your name to make sure I was right about you. I hid my name for assassin's sake, and wanted tot wait to kill you.

But, after you saved me.. I couldn't help but telling myself, 'How could I kill a dog I love?-'" The word 'love' slipped right out of Twist's mouth, so she just gaped and winced. A tear rolled down from her cheek and onto Champ's paw. She bit her tongue and slowly opened her eyes to look at him, "I... I didn't want you to be scared of me, or not... not like me," her face started to rain as she put her head on his chest and cried into it, sniffling and all. This was the first time in Twist's life, that she has cried. This dog was messing her up. She loved it, she loved him, she loved everything. When the mix finally finished, Twist curled up by him again, her paws pressing against his chest and she rested her head there, and half of their stomachs touching. She wanted to be as close as possible with this dog, and she wanted to be like this forever.

Twist fell asleep next to him again, but the nap was longer this time. Once she awoke once more, and her eyes were half open, well barely open, she leaned up and liked Champ's face, then nuzzled his cheek and put her head on his neck, curling their tails together again and leaving it there, staying completely motionless to keep this feeling to forget the others.

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The brute pressed himself further in to the warmth around him, snuggling in to his companion's thick black coat. He'd always envied the dogs that hadn't had their pelts ravaged by mange; they never had to worry about freezing to death or getting sunburned. He especially fancied the wonderful waterproof coat of labradors, which he was certain would protect him from the storms. Obviously he'd still get wet, but not waterlogged as per usual. The blonde beast let a content smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes and thumped his tail. His muscles bulged out of his abdomen and legs, making him several inches taller than Twist, even laying down. He was a bulky creature by nature; most pitbulls you see look like they're on steroids even as pups! Taking out his built up frustration on anything he could get his jaws around had toned him incredibly fast, and certainly didn't help how ridiculous he looked compared to other strays. His heart dropped as Twist seemed upset once again, and he picked up his head to focus his full attention on her. Ears perked and ready to take in every detail of her musings, he looked down in to her eyes with a frown.

"What's the matter, Twist? I'm here for you." he cooed, baritone voice soft and comforting. His heart slowed considerably, breaking all over again as he heard her story. "I'm so sorry..." he trailed off, eyes meeting the ground. His rose shaped ears folded back, and he let out a sigh. A hitman? That was new. He never expected the girl with the face of an angel to have such a violent past, yet come out of that so...unfazed. Not long ago, she had been on a mission to end his life; now they were pressed into one another's bodies. Life had a funny way of bringing the most unlikely of dogs together, to form an unbreakable bond. Wait — what was he saying? He just met this girl, what if she was unstable? She could attack him in his sleep! Oh, what had he gotten himself in to? Then...she said it. She uttered the "L" word. The word that was so full of feeling, so powerful. It took so much courage, so much trust to confess such an emotion. It was insane how such a small word could have such an impact on someone. Champ was silent, and he gazed at her in awe, joy, and puzzlement. Four letters. One syllable. One mere breath. Love. It wasn't hard to say, and yet it was one of the most difficult words to say at the same time. He smiled weakly, and buried his head in the soft fur of Twist's neck.

As a tear drop hit his paw, he whimpered, and lifted his head up. He ran his tongue gently and lovingly against her cheek, pressing his forehead against her own. Every doubt he may have had running through his head a moment ago had vanished in to thin air, and his heart beat hard and rhythmically. He gazed in to her eyes, a look of desperation on his face. "Twist, listen to me. You are wonderful. You're strong, beautiful, and have a wonderful personality. How could I not l-like you? I mean, look at me. I was contemplating suicide just an hour ago. I caused what could have been the only home of many to burn down. Bam, just like that...soon it'll be nothing but ashes." He breathed a little harder as the crackling flames' sound filled his ears once more, and the smokey aroma of charred wood wafted in to the train car. His voice wavered and his lip quivered as he spoke. "E-everywhere I g-go, I d-destroy things...I k-kill things...I ruin everyth-thing..." Tears threatening to splash out over his eyelids, he blinked hard, looking down. One drop of liquified melancholy escaped, and try as he might, he couldn't stop it from rolling down his cheek and splattering on the cold, metal floor. Body quivering, he looked up to her like a young pup, sadness plastered all over his face. "How do you care about me?.." He found himself falling asleep soon after, mentally exhausted. In his sleep, he snuggled deeper in to her warmth, seeming to calm down at her touch.

words: 772
tags: Twist. <33
location: Saloon
muse: If It Makes You Happy - Sheryl Crow; Follow Me - Uncle Cracker; Only God Knows Why - Kid Rock; Smile - Uncle Cracker;
notes: I swear I don't mean to make such long posts... I just get in to how crazy he's feeling. ;3; Don't feel that you have to match, I got a little carried away. <3

[BluePlaid]

The black mix calmly 'shh-ed' her love soothingly, licking oily tears that ran down his smokey cheek slowly. The taste stung her pink tongue, but Twist didn't mind. She put her nose to the top of Champ's forehead, her words trying to sound sweet and small. "You certainly didn't destroy me. If anything, you fixed my heart's ashes!" With that, Twist was silent for a moment, her vocals daring her to speak, but she couldn't. How? Why? Same thing, different answers. Her voice cracked a little when she spoke, the words quiet as the mix whispered, "Well, you saved my life from death of fire and death of loneliness." Smiling wider as her Champ feel asleep, Twist tried to curl more around him, the heat from both of them soothing her from being on guard all the time. She never wanted this to end. The feelings she can't describe. They were powerful and overwhelming, something she's never felt before. Her heart felt like she was going to die from joy because of this damn feeling. Love. All you need is love? That's true, but you also need food, water and shelter. The food and water, they could handle later.

Twist whimpered to herself, thinking of the time that they would have to part, but what if they didn't have to? What if they could stay together right by each other's sides forever? They wouldn't have to worry about anything because they both could obviously handle themselves in fights, but without each other, without Champ, Twist couldn't even remember what her life was like before. Probably boring, doing the same old bloody thing. Killing for fun. That wasn't fun anymore. Her father, or should she even call him that, abused her to be something she didn't even decide to be. Twist didn't want to be an assassin, but did she have a word on it? No. Of course. She doesn't even know why that brute made her an assassin. That got Twist thinking, that if she wasn't an assassin, what would her life have been like? Would she have been nicer? Sweeter? Have a better heart? Or would she be dark? Or would she be like what she is now, a love struck Derpy? Her life felt like it had just started, all of those horrible thoughts have gone away, and everything Twist has ever done, or anything she has ever killed, she apologized with thoughts sorrowfully.

Now the only thing left to do was make her life even more perfect than it was now.
Which would be pretty hard.