I'll Sleep When I'm Dead- [Rain]

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Spring. It seemed to have blossomed from nowhere. In fact, today was the first day he had really even noticed the changing season. It was warmer, though still cool. Admiral trotted around, eyes never resting. He was moving along at a steady pace. There was a sense of urgency to his movements that didn’t match with the ecstatic expression on his face. The train station was utterly silent as he pranced along the railroad, tongue panting from the exertion. He hadn’t slept in days, hadn’t needed to. He ghosted along, yellow-green eyes glittering. He traveled on past the engine, giving the black mass a derisive snort. He’d already been there once before and had met no one of consequence. In this mood, he wanted something dangerous, something alive. Something like the storm currently brewing overhead. The thunderclouds were rolling in fast, and he smiled.

He glanced up at the sky as the storm broke. Rain showered down, hard enough to make him blink. But he kept going, moving with a no mind to the pelting rain. Instead, his yellow-green eyes just stared wide-eyed at everything, enraptured by the drops of rain. He leaped up onto the platform, nose to the wood, watching as each droplet splattered in front of him. He was tired physically, his steps not as solid as normal. He didn’t notice, since his mind was spinning strong enough for two or three dogs. The rain was blocked by the overhang and he shook himself, spraying water everywhere. He walked into the open door of the station.

Dust. There was dust filtering in through the office’s window and the light shown through, the dust dancing upon the faint rays. Admiral tilted his block head towards the window, eyes dilating in the light. He sucked in a loud breath, expanding his chest, taking a deep breath. His smile widened, he liked the feeling. The dust circled around his maw and he could feel the pieces he’d swallowed, tainted by the storm to taste of electricity and water. They would filter inside his blood, becoming a part of him and resting there. The thought took off and he marveled at the possibilities. Had he collected dust into his lungs in Chicago? That bayside port? Did little pieces of the world travel with him? Had he left pieces of himself behind? Had pieces stuck inside him? As the wind filtered in through the window and brushed his pelt, he relished in it. It felt so good, felt so real. Everything was so clear and beautiful, it should have felt like a dream. Maybe it did. Maybe it was.

He remained standing, and loped over to the counter. He leapt onto the ticket booth and peered out the window at the back of the station. Rain smacked the glass and he watched with interest. He was riddled with energy. It quivered inside him, made his chest ache as his heart thudded ferociously. The glitter of hypomania was easily seen in his wide eyes. His head was racing with ideas that were as fast as shooting stars. He’d wanted to go for a run, so he’d charged after it, running until he had no idea where he was or for how long his paws had pounded into the dirt. His chest didn’t even heave with the effort and he knew there was no sleeping for him tonight. He just wanted to sit here a moment to hear. The run had been a great idea until one brighter came through. He wanted to talk, to learn, to understand what made canines tick. He wanted to let loose his charmer’s tongue, to scramble the brains of males who thought themselves better or to charm a female into a romp-filled night. He wanted to run through a city and meet everyone. And he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

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Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘flying high’. Also, sorry about the bit of ramble.
Muse:GREAT!
Tune:None
Tags: Rain with Twist;

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] I would rather inject cyanide into myself. The black lab mix trotted around, following a scent with a smirk. Oh how it would be delightful to follow a random scent, scare the shit out of the animal, and give it a few scratches here and there. Just splendid! Bummer though, it started to rain.... but did that stop our little... freak? No. Not one bit. It made her almost joyous, actually, "Finally, something to live for. Rain, please stay forever." Almost moving as fast as the rain, Twist quickly trotted along, tongue lolling out and catching many droplets. She remembered tracking this scent when it passed by her while she was sleeping before, and lucky her, she found it again. The soft ground squished under her paws, but soon felt metal. The railroad tracks. She huffed, looked left, then right, then running in the middle of the tracks and sat there. I have time to kill, right? Rain sharply hit her pelt; and as soon as they were there, they were gone. It rolled down her black face slowly, going from her head to forehead, drizzling to the right and into her eye. Her tail became flat, as it was matted on the road part of the rail. That moment, then and there, is when she realized what she was doing was pointless... and simply not amusing. The female stood up, shaking off and yawning. Her paws were covered in dirt, but that wasn't good enough. Rain is perfect for her because it fades her scent, and if you're an assassin, rain is the best time for anything. Twist went to a puddle on the side of the railroad, looking at herself in the shallow part. Nothing special about her, nothing at all. Just like many dogs, Twist has cropped ears, dark fur, and brown eyes. She doesn't have gorgeous bright fur, or a perfect body. She has scars, bruises, and actual blood. Unlike those pricks who've been pampered their whole life. Twist turned and walked until she saw a decent patch of mud. Of course, like most dogs, she rolled in it in the most serious way. When she finished and had much mud on her, Twist shook some of it and the rain off, and began her walk once more. Began to trot as clumps in the dog's fur began disappearing with the rain falling down her sides, and with the mud sliding off as slowly as a bug. The kind of bug that those girly, female dogs, would whimper at. The wimps. Nope, not this one. This one is... different. If anyone ever says, "different in a good way," they're liars. All of them are. Only the truth can fool this mutt. Only the lies can make her stronger. But hey, we all have an insane touch to us like that, do we not? No? Oh well. Twist sighed, continuing her worthless journey. She noticed a little shelter, somewhere where she could sleep, perhaps? She trotted quickly towards the place, wanting to be left alone from herself. Once she got onto the wooden platform, her head shot down as if it were an instinct. There was another here. Another being. Should I dare go inside? Guess what? Of course she went inside. Twist slid herself in, dripping wet from the remaining mud and rain. Almost panting, the mix stepped lightly through the station, stopping once the smell became stronger. She could've said something. Made a noise. Moved something. But no, she just stood there. Staring at the dog with almost narrowed eyes; as if she was scanning him. Well. She was.

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Where did rain come from? That’s the question Admiral’s whirling mind was stuck on. He knew it came from the sky and went into the ground, drying up. But how did the sky never run out of rain? He straightened his neck, craning forward to rest his block head on the windowsill. His front paws nearly dangled off the small ticket counter. He probably looked foolish but there was no one else around and so he didn’t care. Even if someone came in, he wouldn’t move if they thought it strange. He was watching and learning, so he didn’t give a damn if they thought it weird.

The rain lost its’ brightness too him. It was too slow, too mundane. It hit the glass and ran down, mixing into the dirt outside. Over and over again. He wanted something else. Something that would fit with his current insatiable mood. He was literally flying high. He wanted to fly, and probably could if he wanted too. Admiral sighed, ears flickering as his breath fogged up the window. His tongue flicked out of his mouth to taste the condensation. He snorted. The glass was cold. That was when his sensitive ears picked up the slightest paw step. He responded instantly, lifting his mass backwards, teetering dangerously for a moment and then whipped around to face the station, his bulk taking up most of the window. There used to be glass where he was standing, but it had long ago broken and been blown away.

It was a female. His maw twisted into a grin. His grin wasn’t probably the most welcoming and he always appeared too confident and therefore threatening. But his expression was one of extreme interest. She was new and exciting and there was nothing more than a hypomanic Admiral loved more than that.

He looked her over. She was wet from the rain and covered in mud, but that didn’t mean anything. He noticed her eyes watching him. They felt hard and dead, their staring. He cocked his head, wondering why it reminded him of Lette. But this felt the opposite. She wasn’t normal, much like he wasn’t.
He jumped down, paws skittering in excitement. His face remained neutral but the ecstasy wasn’t hard to miss if one looked into his eyes. He sat down in front of her, head cocked. ”Hey, doll.”He refrained from adding more, paws jumpy with the effort. He wanted to gauge her reaction first. He wanted to see if she would snap at him for being rude or like the attention. Either way, he’d be satisfied.

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Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘flying high’.
Muse: Okay, school drained me a bit. But it will come back!
Tune: None
Tags: Rain with Twist;

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] Wonderful. The dog noticed me, Twist thought to herself in a sarcastic voice. He bounded over to her, almost a little too close for him to be sitting down. She huffed, watching him lower himself into a sit. That's when she began to scan him carefully. "Hey doll. The mutt ignored that at first, scanning his bulky body, pricked ears, and perfect complex. A purebred. Of course. When she finished, Twist sighed lightly and almost happily; for she finally noticed something... od. His smile. It was twisted, almost wicked, just like her. It was too confident, but she didn't think it would be threatening. Pampered pets would. They would scream and probably run away, or go into a submissive form. Twist, here, did the exact opposite. She shifted a bit, raising her head and slowly blinking while her eyes were now barely narrowed. A smirk spread across her face as she sat down, too. Recalling what he said earlier, she flicked her tail and responded plainly, turning her head and looking away. "Name's not doll, guy. Doesn't bother me, but I still wouldn't recommend saying it." Twist them quickly turned her head and moved closer to him, getting 'all up in his face' and standing. Her voice wasn't threatening, or sharp, it was simply just a tad bit louder than before. "I would like for you to explain why I am a doll, though, 'wise guy.' Oh, pardon me, that was a lie. You're not that wise, clearly." Her smirk grew wider as she flicked her tail once more and sat directly down, still leaving her face closely by his. She now began to slide her wet tail across the floor, allowing it to collent the annoying dust. Water from her chin dropped slowly onto the ground. It splattered, going into even smaller parts, but rejoining with the dust. The mix stared into his eyes sharply. Surprisingly, they were full of amusement now. He was interesting, somehow. Too interesting. Twist didn't show it in her smile, but oh, she shockingly did try to show it in her eyes. A half playful, half serious growl formed in her throat as he "smile" was still planted upon her face. The lab mix quickly opened and closed her jaws, making a snapping noise by his face; but was careful not to hit it. She leaned back slowly and turned around, going almost exactly back to original sitting spot. Her tail was full of dust. Her eyes were full of excitement. Her maw full of... snickering sneaky-ness. Her heart full of decaying fun. words: About 441 tags: Admiral Doberman Desired notes: Yeah... this one's pretty... meh.

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His aureate and jasmine gaze was kept locked on hers. However, his brain was skittering. She was a strange-looking mutt, though pretty in her own way. There was something undeniably powerful about her that he couldn’t help but feel. It felt too much like his own aura to ignore. She didn’t visibly respond to him at first. His words seemed to take a moment to sink in. He waited, it sometimes took a moment for others to process what he’d said. But when she did react, it caused his grin to widen into something more shark-like. She was interesting, very. She reacted different than most dogs, puffing up and getting in his face as well. Any other time and he might have hated it.

Right now, though he studied her just as intently as she studied him. She was a mutt, like him, though undeniably not the same mix at all. She was slimmer, though still strong. He still stood taller, but not by much. As she spoke, his grin managed to widen and his paws jumped a bit in excitement. Finally, someone worth talking to. He tilted his head back a bit as he responded quickly, ”Of course not, m’lady. It’s just common courtesy when I don’t know your name. However, I can think of many other things to call you.” His words came out in a baritone rush, nearly jumbling over each other in the effort to tumble from his maw. He managed to spit all of that out before she continued on, getting in his face. He offered a sideways sneer that let her know what exactly he could call her.

Any other dog would either get intimidated or push back. Admiral wasn’t any other dog. In his current more sexual mood, he was glad she got closer. His grin swerved into a leer and he kept his gaze locked on hers. Pain was nothing too him, especially now. Her words made his leer drop a bit, back into the typical snarling grin he maintained. He laughed, ”Doll is simply something that seems not real. Take that as you wish, compliment or no, I frankly don’t care.” He ignored the wise guy comment, mainly because he had suddenly become preoccupied by the dripping water mixing with the floor. Why did that happen? What made the wood that was no longer growing, thirsty? And mainly because he allowed certain females to think they had the upper-hand. He liked to yank the delusion out from under them. It was males he never allowed to view him as anything other than what he was, a prince.

A prince who looked up as the female leaned closer. This time he noticed the personality she was hiding. She found him just as interesting. He smirked. She leaned forward and he let her. He was just waiting to see what strange thing she would. Her jaws clicked next to his tan cheek, but he barely blinked. His paws front paws lifted in excitement but he managed to jam it down as he stood up, getting her face as she had done earlier, but instead of biting back, he simply sniffed. She smelt of mud and rain, and since she was covered in it he wasn’t surprised. His tongue shot out to barely touch her whiskers and he stepped back, laughing throatily. He wanted to see her reaction, even if it wasn’t one that would be interesting.





Amount:573 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘flying high’. And that was weird, he’s kinda hyper. He’ll start blabbing a lot next post, I can feel it. XD
Muse:GREAT!
Tune:Evanescence Pandora
Tags: Rain with Twist;

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] Oh, great. He was sniffing her face now. Just what she needed. Twist quickly squeezed her eyes shut, but soon opened them and followed his two eyes for a moment. She didn't even know his name, he didn't know hers, yet. Good. Perfect. Marvelous. Names are just a time waster, you can learn about names when someone dies. Twist blinked, shrugging as he licked her whiskers. She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes once again. "Really? That's all you can do? I would've expected more from you, Dog." Yes. She did. She simply just called him dog. Not the way other's would say it, like, "yo yo yo dawg," but just. Dog. Like the canine. After all, he is one, is he not? So is Twist.... and that's a ticket booth, and that's a chair. Math. Twist straightened up, and stood up. She began to circle him, not in the sexual way... maybe... but in the way to see his reaction. He clearly wanted hers, so she'll have to have his. The mix gently, and purposely, bumped into him every other orbit around, but that was all. Her hackles began to raise. Not with anger, but for some reason, this room was full of excitement. She wants to try to play with his mind and/or him, and he wants to; well, whatever he wanted. She brushed her tail alongside his back and sat down soon after. Her head was facing his shoulder, and she would lick her nose once or twice every time she blinked. Twist leaned the top half of her body slightly forward, sniffing the side of his neck and shoulder. He smelled of water, a bit of dust, and that was it. There's nothing special about his smell. Nothing of blood, nothing of corpses. She slid her nose from his neck to his shoulder, and turned her head to sneezed. Even when the mutt stuck her nose in the canine's fur, he still smelled of... plainness. To continue her sentence from before, a very late continuing, indeed, she responded in an... odd... way. Her voice was cold, hard, and petrified; yet sly and slightly seductive. Oh, now she wanted to just tease him. "Anyway, as I was saying before, just a- wait no, that wasn't even a lick. Just a- well, whatever you want to call what you did earlier- on my whiskers, isn't what seems like would come from you. Oh well. You may have your opinion, I may have mine. Although, I believe my opinion is better." Twist huffed and turned around, trotted towards the front of him and sitting down. This was too boring, she needed to know his name. Just needed to. "State your name, dog. Might as well get this over with." Dark, brown, eyes rolled slowly, and a sigh came from her maw as the black dog yawned. Shrugging, Twist got up and shook off, trying to get the remains she oh so loathed off of her. Pieces of mud fell onto the floor, and droplets of water. When the las finished, she trotted around, now making a wider circle around the dog. Noticing his ears, Twist began to think what she would look like with a teared ear. She stopped, and looked directly at him. "Hey, wanna try something?" words: About 561 tags: Admiral Doberman Desired notes: ... Twist... no...

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/svs6zt.png] Admiral couldn’t help but laugh. The female’s face after he’d licked her was priceless. In this state of mind, most anything could elicit some sort of amusement from him. This was so funny to him that he tilted his head back and let out a throaty chuckle. Her words made his smile slip higher, spreading across his lips and revealing his teeth. He liked this nameless fun, he could journeying on afterwards without feeling any sort of attachment. He didn’t need it. As she stood up, his ears flipped forward and his gaze snapped to attention. The energy around pulsated and his paws tapped out a strange beat. Her tail thwacked lightly against him and even though it could be taken sexually, there was something about her that made him feel like she wouldn’t take it well if he tried to mount her there and then. Instead, he titled his head back and grinned, his eyes getting caught on the ceiling. It was made of wood, crafted there by human hands because they didn’t want to get a little weather on them. She stopped in front of him, pressing her snout into his fur. It sent shivers, his body was so sensitive because of his mood that he couldn’t help but reach forward and snap his jaws shut next to her face, mimicking what she had done earlier with a snarky grin, begging her to comment. He ground his teeth afterwards for some originality, staying until she turned her head to sneeze. Her next words were fun. She was toying with him and it made his energy increase two-fold. Finally, some fun on this escapade. She could be flirting; she could be scared if he went by the sound of her voice. However, her words themselves let him know she was simply toying like he was. It sent a happy shiver down his spine. “Exactly, darling. I’m not easily crammed inside a box. It’s boring and dull. Dull and boring.”

[/b]He broke off to chuckle a bit and stood up, trotting over to the train station door. He was too restless to stay still any longer and stood stock-still on the deck underneath overhang.

The rain still came down heavy, slamming off the tin roof. He smiled, humming a nonsensical tune in his deep bass. He turned back to her, half of him getting soaked as he did. “Doesn’t everyone? Even humans themselves fight over little things like that.”[/b] He shook himself, sending sprays of water back into the rain that fell on him again. He watched as she did the same. Her next words made him chuckle. “Why do you need it? I like the way you say dog. Turns me on. Just a bit, mind you. It’s Admiral, if you must know.”[/b] His words once again tumbled from his mouth at nearly incoherent speeds and his whole body swayed from side to side with unused energy.

He glanced out over the landscape. Rain. What made it fall? Was it the same force that made sure every time he jumped without a safe landing he’d be pulled back down instead of helped? Her words filtered into his ears and he straightened, eyes glinting with excitement. He tilted his head and offered a leery grin, “Whatcha got in mind, doll?”[/b]


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Notes/Admiral’s emotional state:[/b] Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘flying high’
Muse: Great!
Tune: Evanescence Pandora
Tags: Rain with Twist;

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] Recalling his movements, earlier words, and present words, Twist lightly chuckled, circling him slowly with a smirk. "Turns you on a bit, huh? That's funny, because I would think that you would be turned on a lot." The coal colored dog snickered, stopping in front of him again and shrugging, getting as close to his face as she did before. He was entertaining, fun to mess around with, and amusing to be around with. "So, Admiral, huh, hot-shot?" She stopped her sentence there, turning around and sitting down in the rain. Taunting him with her back towards him, she slid her tail by his paws slowly. After a bit, she stood up slowly (again, trying to tease him) and stretched, smacking her lips, shaking off, and going back under the little arch. Twist glanced at his stomach, and then dove under him, coming up on his other side. She quickly turned and whispered into his ear, "Oh yeah. As I was saying from earlier, I'm getting bored. So, I wanna try something. You could name it; since you seem to know how to have fun." Her tail flicked as she slowly pulled back, and in the process of doing so, she gave his ear a small lick. He. Was so easy. She began to wonder if he would mount her, half of her wanted him to, half of her didn't care. If he did, she wouldn't allow it very long. If he didn't mount her, she would get pretty pissed. As much as the dark dog hated to say it, or even think it, he was turning her on a bit. Twist received a sudden shiver, of joy, and smirked. She turned away from him, again, her back to him. "I'm open to anything, Dog. I'm so bored I might just murder you." She said that sentence as a joke, but if he was another dog, she would've murdered him. Twist got up and went inside, still by the door, though. The mutt sighed, and in the process of, she groaned, rolling onto her back and looking up. The ceiling was interesting, but not as much as the mood. After a moment, the mix rolling onto her stomach, but still looked up. She yawned, smacking her lips a bit and shaking her head. Twist began to thump her tail on the ground, this time loudly. It would thwack, then go into small, short thumps. Continuing the pattern, she stood up, and looked at him. "You know, Dog; I have a nickname for you. What're you gonna call me? I can be your dirty little secret, if you want." Twist smiled pridefully and closed her eyes, but then opened them both to wink slyly. Her tail was wagging now, but it looked more like it was broken, and dangling from her rear. Twist had nothing more to say, for she just stood there, excited and anxious to see what would happen next. words: 488 notes: Muse is sorta good. Sorry it's so short. tags: Admiral; Desired

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/svs6zt.png] Energy. Was everything made up of energy? It seemed like that was all Admiral was made up of. Energy that wasn’t being contained well. He stood half in the rain, looking at the female with a wild eye. Part of him wanted to continue this conversation, another part wanted to either attack or seduce her. And yet, another part wanted to start running around for no reason but to feel the strength that was taunt in his limbs. ”Nah, hun. It takes a lot to impress me.”

[/b] He gave her a lopsided grin, though his eyes were strangely serious. This at least, was some of the real Admiral shining through. When he calmed down from this high, he would have only a vague impression of meeting her and since the chances of meeting her again were low, he would forget her.

He liked the way she said his name, though. His effervescent eyes watched her as she moved. While he was swaying from side to side with the need to move, he refrained. It was much more fun to watch and see what strange things she thought up. When it was quiet for a moment, he got distracted. He clicked his teeth together as he looked up at the rain, nares spread wide. It was strange, wasn’t it? How the earth needed the water. Even he needed water, though he couldn’t remember the last time he had some. He flicked his tongue out, catching a few drops and nodded. That was good enough.

The female spoke again and his floppy ears twitched as a leer smeared over his face. ”That my dear, is a dangerous prospect. There are many things I find entertaining. The difference between me and others, is that form of amusement.”[/b] He watched her intently, his skin jumping where she touched him. He stood straighter, wanting to straddle her. So he did, sort of. He pressed his chest against her, pushing his weight upon her neck, the prelude to bringing his legs up. Instead, he breathed in her scent and chuckled next to her ear, watching the fur move as his breath blew out. He waited, if she fought it, he might force her anyway. If she didn’t, he might, he might not.

He took a step back as she spoke and he laughed, ”Now that, doll, sounds fun.”[/b] He didn’t have to defend himself, it was obvious in his build and the scars he’d built up that he wasn’t a dog worth messing with. His ego was evident to most anyone he met, but he didn’t see the point in hiding it anyway.

He watched as she went back away from the rain and for a moment he narrowed his eyes. Why? Did she not like the steady patter of rain pelting her skin? He remained where he was, his obsidian pelt getting darker still as she rolled to look at the ceiling. He took a step forward, jaws open. She should be paying him attention, not the stupid ceiling. The anger was irrational, but in this mood that was the problem. If he didn’t have attention, he quickly became murderous.

But then she turned to look back at him, her tail thumping loudly. The beat was alright, for the moment. He looked at her as she spoke. His grin widened, ”I’m going to keep you on your toes, darling. I’ll call you whatever I feel is warranted. How does that sound?”[/b]

He liked what she’d said though. There was no mistaking her veiled hint, at least in his ears. And this mood meant he wanted to feel good, that was the number one priority, his entertainment and good time. Why not? He was damn good at everything, he deserved it. He got closer to her, until he was looming over her, his face mere inches from her as he smiled. His presence over was dark, though it didn’t match the energy behind his eyes and the rain trickled off him and onto her and the floor.


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Notes/Admiral’s emotional state:[/b] Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘flying high’. So, yeah, he blabbed. I’m kinda tired, but I’m totally open for anything if ya want. XD
Muse: Great!
Tune: Evanescence Pandora
Tags: Rain with Twist;

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[BluePlaid]

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[atrb=background,http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa367/orrieluff/twistbod_zps00b49288.jpg] As the male leered over her, Twist couldn't help but shiver with delight. A drop of water from the dog hit her head, and then slowly rolled down the dark back of hers. The tension was building up, and she could soon felt like she could feel his energy. Her right paw began to shake, and her pink, floppy, tongue started to click around her mouth. Twist turned around, going into a bow and swishing her tail in his face. Snickering, the lassie twitched her eye and her tail, but simply ignored it. She tends to twitch her eye a lot- when she is lying about something. As the mix still stood with her rear to the male, she spoke quietly, but just so he can hear, "So, keep me on my toes, huh? Can I see?" Twist backed up a little, smirking and looking down. Water from either her or Admiral was right under her. Her downward ears perked as she slightly cocked her head to the side. The dog has a lot of energy, and yet the calm female was... well, calm, but a little flirtatious. Another shiver came to her, the fur on the dark-colored female's back rose, making her look a little taller. Twist's tongue lolled out as she yawned. Recalling when he "mounted" her earlier, the Lab turned her simper turned into a frown. Why wouldn't he just do it already? She was getting bored of the teasing, and bored of just standing there with her tail wagging slightly in the air. Why isn't he paying attention to what she, and probably he, wants? Can't he just get it over with already so she could leave? If she left now, he would probably attack her and force her; and if Twist just continued to just stand there, she would probably start getting fussy. Not that she already was, of course. She waved her wagger in his face and play bowed, looking back at him and grinning again. If he wasn't doing anything and just stood there, she might as well start it. Trotting behind him, Twist leaned forward and licked the scruff of his neck slowly, then trotted back in front of him in her usual pose from before. She slid her tail gently across his chest and then wagged it between his front legs. That'll do, for she believed that was a major hint. She thought to herself what dog wouldn't get that, and why? That's pretty much all you have to do to mount a fellow dog; just use your chest and legs. He even did it before! Well, besides the "fun" part, but oh well. Looking down again, the mademoiselle pawed at the water, then lifted her it up ever so gently to watch the water fall onto the ground. If she could hear it, instead of the dog behind her's breath, Twist wouldn't simply paid attention to that. This dog seemed like such a simpleton to her, the jealous and flirty type. She smirked once more and looked up, wagging her tail gently. Words: 529 Muse: Better Good tags: Admiral; Desired

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There was always something about this mood that made him feel so invincible. Of course, he himself wasn’t aware of this thought. He was only aware of the energy flooding through him, making him rock back and forth on his paws as he leaned over her. She wasn’t the prettiest dog he had ever been this close with, but for now she would do.

She distracted him from his thoughts and he smiled as her tail and rear were pressed against him. He smiled and nipped her hip. She was getting antsy on him and that made him chuckle. Look at her, just begging him. It seemed everyone needed something from Admiral, whether this or teeth he didn’t care. He pressed his chest against her, smiling. He was a tease yet and he wanted probably just as much as she did. This mood made him hypersensitive and he loved the way everything felt, so why not take it to the best level?

Her words made him snark, “Are you sure you can keep up?” He leaned closer to her, breathing hot in her ear. Then he pressed closer to her. He was bigger and he was testing her. Most female got scared and tried to leave when he did this, lifting his teeth and sneering down at them. Then there were the fun ones that wanted to teach him to respect them. Either way, all Admiral wanted in this mood was a rush to match the one in his head. Of course, he was always searching for something to overwhelm and distract him from this mood, but he had long ago given up on that.

She moved again, getting annoyed at his internal musings perhaps. He smiled, mostly to himself. If she only knew the thoughts and ideas he could have while in this mood. No one’s mind was faster or clearer. He refocused when she licked his neck and he laughed throatily before reaching forward and nipping her again, a bit harder this time. He moved to mount her, but paused, head cocked. Was she worth this? He couldn’t remember if she had ever said her name or not, and frankly he didn’t care. He was using her and he could care less what she thought. So he did.

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Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘flying high’. Also, sorry about the bit of ramble. I needed to get it out or I never would. Also, I have no idea where to go from here.
Muse:Okay
Tune:None
Tags: Rain with Twist;