I hear the SCREAMS from the dead-OPEN

[.:Desired:.]

Angry. Irritable. Uncontrollable. All three words would describe Admiral’s current mood. The large twenty-eight inch tall Doberman cross smoked through the alleyways and the shadows like fog, billowing out to glance around the large metropolitan city before ghosting back into the recesses of the city. It was ingrained, something he had always learned. When the dying twilight sun did manage to reflect on him, there was no doubting the pride he had in every step, the way his yellow-jade eyes scanned everything. There was also no hiding the dark aura that hung around him like a second skin. He appeared little more than a phantom, wounded and lonely with a crazed and dark atmosphere around him. His lips were twisted upon his maw into a mangled grimace, half-snarl and half-sneer. His thickly muscled body moved with the single-minded focus of a prowling wolf.

Often, the brute would stop his revenant wanderings to stand rigid, attention focused and predatory. The feral ferocity he was just barely hiding beneath his thin black and tan coat sparked forward and sparked like static across his handsome face. Teeth clamped together with audible clicks as he glanced around the fallen city. This was what the dogs here thought large and massive? Desirable? His maw slid into a full sneer as he shook his thick head, they had no clue. Chicago was the image that would always be painted in his mind as a kingdom. This city was nothing, just some back alley, compared to the skyscrapers and bustle, the sheer grittiness, that had been his home in Chicago.

He snarled at his thoughts, the sound reverberating off the quiet street he stood on and he took off at a lope until he found the forest. It stretched dark and looming in front of him. His nape bristled and he shook his head. He did not want to think about Chicago and days gone by. He had been a prince, one step away from advising the king, who would have been his brother. The brother he had had in the snares of his clutches. Admiral wouldn’t have had title of King, but he certainly would have been. Blithe had been too stupid when it came to maintaining power, relying solely on the fact that he was beloved for his warrior mentality and general all-around goodness. His temper had been too easily ignited and it all too often blinded him, like a fire ripping through trees.

That goodness and popularity hadn’t saved him when the entire city revolted, nor had his temper. Only Admiral had survived that trip through hell. He chomped his teeth in agitation, desperately wanting to through off the thoughts that surrounded and clanged inside his brain. He was a far cry from the talkative and rampant powerhouse he’d been only two days ago. Then he had been a champion of champions, no one was smarter, no one was smoother. Now he traversed the streets as a demon, haunted and haunting. He found no joy and there was not a bit of happiness in his slowly moving frame. His body was riddled with the darkness more aptly reserved for the dying and the sick. He didn’t know where he was going or why. His paws were tired and his brain was tired and stuck only on thoughts of death.

Many times Admiral had come close to being snapped up in Death’s jaws. Every time he had simply slipped through, manipulating and cunning, he had never fully felt it’s strong jaws. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t currently obsessed with it. That he hadn’t been witness to it. Or Death’s Reaper. What had his brothers felt? What had Jerome felt? When he went, would it be fitting for a prince? How had his victims felt, having him be their last sight? What would it feel like to have his canines tear through their throats, to have his paws batter their skulls? He strangely wanted to know. Probably deserved to.

He snorted once more, forcefully throwing the morbid thoughts that surrounded him out of his head. He refocused on his surroundings and became aware that he was standing in front of a large estate. As he breathed in it, a familiar scent came to him that marred the dying beauty it held. Mustiness. He strode up the steps, eyes that two days ago had glittered with energy were now dull and full of anger and pain. He wanted to feel this house’s energy and to add his own. He had no excitement in his step, very unlike him. He normally thirsted for knowledge but now he only wanted nothing more than a place to hermit up in, to lay until everything died around him and he finally left this cursed place.

He entered the house without trouble, the door being ajar. He glanced around the wide open entryway with distaste. Humans. A low growl rumbled in his throat and he inhaled the dusty air. No one. No dog or human had been here in quite a while. He started up the grand staircase and paused halfway up. He leaned over the side of the steps, barely able to fit his broad shoulders between the railings, he looked down at a cabinet top. He figured it held baubles and things like candles or tea-making items. He didn’t care what it held, only that it stood four feet off the ground and was about a six foot drop down from where he was now.

He had long ago given up keeping up with his own brain. Two days ago he could have, he was skilled an amazing enough to have three or five different thoughts filtering through problems all at once. Now he couldn’t even focus on the single one. He was tired, but he couldn’t sleep. So instead, he leapt. It was very nearly suicidal. He could miss and snap a leg, or worse, his neck. But it was nothing he didn’t think he didn’t deserve. After all, hadn’t little Jerome counted on him to save him? And where had Admiral been the night a gang tore him apart? Fucking a whore while his brain exploded with energy.

So it would serve him right to break his neck and die. It’d probably save a few more lives anyway. But his dark thoughts were pointless. He landed perfectly, the cabinet shaking as his paws skittered until they caught on the lace. For a moment, he simply stared at the cabinet top. He should have wagged his tail with surprise, anything more than the dead expression he held. He looked mechanical, robot-like, as he settled himself onto his haunches and then dropped his jaw to his strong legs, jade-green eyes staring hard at the door as more macabre thoughts filtered in.


Amount:1,134 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘low. He’ll be irritable and mopey.
And I finally got this up again, though it’s recycled a bit.
Muse:Good
Tune:None
Tags: OPEN;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The maiden had been lurking in this town for the past few months, having finally gotten over her master, learning the mentality of a stray, yet she still kept that damned accent and way of speech that she learned from the radios of the town, for she just couldn't understand the concept of first tense, no matter how many dogs tried to tutor her. Well maybe she could be taught, it was just that they didn't have any patience to go slowly with her, show her examples and what-not, they thought they could just toss words at her and expect her to pick up on it like some native pup who knew the basics of the language. She was a foreigner, practically a helpless baby in the presence of all these strong minded mutts, just like how the roles would be reversed if they had been shipped to Bulgaria. Then she would be the one making fun of the way they chatted, their blunt accents, but even then the girl knew she wouldn't be able to do that, her cruelty not extending that far, she never wished harm upon anyone, and anyways, she didn't feel anger or hatred for she was lacking every non-primal emotion. Roulette was a doll, a lifeless doll, one that could be smashed, broken, and thrown away without a single care, yet she would always come back and move on to the next person, only for them to do the same. This pattern had occurred through these lonely months, not having found a very trustworthy and understanding companion since Admiral, though she hadn't caught sight of him in a long time, so she held no hope.

** The Doberman directed her svelte bodice towards the lush farms, not wanting to take another trip to the city, that was too boring, what she needed was an exhilarating run through the tickling stalks of wheat, those always made her feel alive, a flicker of warmth in the chilled cavity of her chest. There was perhaps another soul that she missed, if she could have felt that, and it was the little pup she had met during the blizzard, Bodhi was his name, and he was just the cutest thing she had laid her blank maroon voids upon, a true angel sent from heaven above. When she had been around him she felt like she had to protect him, these motherly instincts overcoming her, yet after they had escaped, she hadn’t seen him, but maybe one day they would cross paths again. Once smooth pads had now transformed into rough cushions for her feet, pelted against the heated soil of the gardens, the roof of the house within her sight as she played around, dodging poles in her way and squishing various dried up plants with her stilt-like limbs. Cropped lobes flickered around as she did so, an awkward smile plastered upon her guise as she then tripped over her lanky ankles, flopping chest first into the ground, only to roll like an acrobat and go back to work, skipping and loping, just overall entertaining herself. However she soon began to get tired, for hours of vigorous exercise was known to do that to a dog like the vixen, her ebony upon ochre coat glistening in the sunset as she headed to the abode to take a nap upon one of those tattered couches with their floral patterns.

** Lette escalated the steps, nails clicking against the wood of the porch, sliding past the door without a care to even sniff the air and see if anyone else was here, though that didn't seem to be necessary for she heard the thump of someone coming into contact with the floor. The European quirked a brow, slowly moving until she was in the line of view of the handsome male lying on the tile, just standing in the doorway with a blank stare, and that was when something clicked in her brain. The stub of her tail wagged in a jagged pattern, as if she had forgotten how to do that since their meeting a while ago, seating herself upon her haunches as she situated herself, stating out in thickly accented notes, “Da, comrade remember Roulette? Roulette no see comrade for long time, he go on adventure?” She was truly interested in seeing what had happened to him, now lying on her abdomen as she stared into his pale emerald irises, those tints of honey within them making her remember the junk yard and the butterfly, all washing over her once more, and their bonding moment at the piano. With a slight murmur, the girl then added, to see if he had retained any memory of her, even the slightest, “Comrade still remember how to play piano?”

Amount: 795 Words.
Notes: Sorry this post is so sucky, I'm sort of rusty with Roulette, it's been a while since I used her <3
Muse: Pretty Good C;
Tune: Over & Over ~ Nelly Feat. Tim McGraw
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

Death. It was times like these that the macabre subject entered his decaying brain to sink in. His whole world had revolved around it, especially in Chicago. He had been called the ‘dark prince’ and not because of his coloring alone. He had always been more serious, stern, and arrogant than Blithe. Blithe had been perfect, which had been fine with Admiral. He had always enjoyed being challenged and destroying the challenger. He had never made it a secret how much he enjoyed defeating opponent after opponent with slyness and cunning before his deadly teeth snapped in to finish it.

But death still haunted him. He was always ready to kill, but in this mood, the irritation meant he could kill just as easily as laugh. While the feeling of high he sometimes got was wonderful, after all, no one had ever been better than he was when he was like that, he detested this low. He was swimming in a sadness and anger he couldn’t explain.

He wanted to rip a throat and cry because he had done so. His head ached and his body did. Did he do anything because he simply wanted to? While high, he was so giddy with power that he didn’t mind throwing his weight around and playing mental games because none could win.

But right now, he felt guilty for it all. Why did he feel like that? He had found some female in an alley two weeks ago and taken her and torn her throat as she screamed for help. It was not something he liked to remember. It had come to him in flashes and in dreams. But sometimes, he saw things that weren’t there. How could he be sure that had even happened? Was it a dream?

He sighed and shook his head. It hurt too much to think about that. Who cared? He would have no redemption for what he had done. Jerome, his family, had been enough proof of that. Admiral was destined to lose anything he cared about, so why not take what he wanted? That thought helped relax him and some of his tension loosened.

He heard the dog coming before he saw them. But whereas he normally would have looked up with interest, Admiral’s curiosity was notoriously insatiable, he didn’t do anything but blink. He tried to figure out what the dog was before he saw them. He couldn’t concentrate hard enough, though.

He felt awful. It had sunken into his bones and weighed him down with lead. Even breathing was a severely strenuous task. He couldn’t understand. Just two days before he had been on top of the world, a prince in everything. He had charmed and seduced. No one could bend his will, in fact, they all crumbled under his.
But that wasn’t now. He didn’t think he could utter words if he even wanted to. He was too angry, too tired, to do much of anything. He closed his eyes for a second and then his nose caught the familiar scent as a shadow turned into the room. He opened them just as she entered.

His heart thudded warily. He hated meeting dogs he knew when he was like this. How could he explain that the suave or arrogant Admiral they had met before was now drowning in sorrow he couldn’t explain? Her words reached his ears, but it took longer than normal for him to register them.

The female thought he wouldn’t remember her. It should have brought a smile to his face. As it was, he only shrugged. "An adventure?"His deep voice was soft and worn, he hadn’t spoken in days. It felt strange to move his mouth. His brain sparked a bit. Had he go on an adventure since he had last seen her? The day at the train station was a fuzzy memory but he had felt so much better, had been so much better, that day.
What was wrong with him?

He straightened and it felt so much harder than he had made it look. He crossed his paws, to give a semblance that this was the same dog as before. The position in which he held his neck was the same, an arrogant princeful tilt to it. But his aureate eyes didn’t shine as they normally did.
Her next words did make a very small and fleeting smile pass his lips. He nodded slowly, ”Of course, Roulette.” He had even practiced. But right now, what was the point? It did nothing.



Amount:757 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘low. He’ll be irritable and mopey.
That’s okay, I’ve been so busy my muse is kinda weird. But I missed Lette!
Muse:Great. I cut it off a bit because he was being rather depressed.
Tune:Evanescence Radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;; OPEN;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The female might have been an emotionless doll, but she knew when something was up with another canine, especially when they had such a personality switch such as with Admiral. He was normally so proud and friendly, now it looked like had had curled up on himself and given up on life as a whole, something that made her erect lobes lower to an angle, inches above her skull. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, though she knew that wouldn't help at all, probably send him further off of the edge, so she remained as quiet as she could, like some statue just standing there, save for the occasional blinking. The lapse of speech was shattered after her question of the piano, for he had a running smile on his lips, gone so fast that she actually found herself missing it, not liking this side of her friend, though the confirmation that he hadn't forgotten the skill she taught him made her flash her own wobbly grin, lowering herself down on to her toned abdomen, head in between her paws as she conveyed what she was trying to figure out through the windows of her blank, transparent pools.

** Then slowly she began to crawl her way over to his thickly muscled frame just lounging on the tile, her movements so sluggish that it was like she was travelling an inch per hour, onyx nails scratching against the floor until she was right beside him, turning around so that she was next to his gloomy soul. Her flank cautiously pressed itself against his own, the warmth travelling between them as she refused to meet his gaze, only trying to provide comfort in the simplest way she could, so inexperienced in the debate of how to interact with other dogs that it was embarrassing. But she tried. That was what mattered, that she was attempting to be there for her companion, the one who had shown her both of his emotional sides now, and she would forever keep it in her mind how to treat him, not only as the confident Dobie mix, but also as the hurt wanderer, one that she would keep stable as she moved her propped cranium from her own paws to his own. It laid lightly over his left mitt, as physical as she was daring to get, for she still wasn't sure how far he would let her go without snapping at her, for she knew that most males didn't like their private space being intruded upon.

** Her lids started to veil over her crimson tinted chocolate irises, to try and even out her breathing so she wouldn't disturb him too much, instead just wanting to be a ghostly presence in his proximity, but she couldn't hold herself back from saying in those thickly accented words, “Roulette miss Comrade.” The Doberman let that linger in the atmosphere a bit before she added in more detail, “No dog want to talk to Roulette like Comrade talk, only want friend for day and then leave to find new friend. Comrade no like that, Comrade stay with Roulette and then leave. But that okay, Roulette happy Comrade find fun.” It was jaggedly said, probably not understood by most to translate what the hell she was saying, but every single term of that miniature speech had been running through her mind in her native tongue, and how she wished she could chat in English the same way she quipped in her Slavic dialect, but it would all come in due time. There was no need to rush things, for all that would lead to was stress, and finally she said back to him in a faint murmur, “Comrade want to talk why he sad? Roulette help.”

Amount: 628 Words.
Notes: They are like, so sad, and it tears my heart in half D;<333
Muse: Good~
Tune: My Immortal ~ Evanescence
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

He stared at the female, returning her blank expression with his own. A part of him was disgusted with himself and it showed through as annoyance. His ears flickered and he grumphed a bit. This was Roulette, a dog who knew the regular him, and the strangely hyper but more accepted him. He hated his mopeyness and despised letting other dogs see it.

Of course, he reminded himself, she wasn’t exactly going to use it against him. She was still that sweet little doll that didn’t know the language and only knew bits of the culture she was surrounded in. How could he get mad at something like that? He had practiced the piano a couple times, long enough to remember the tune that she had taught him, but since he’d had no need of it, he had not played for a long while now.

His eyes didn’t shine like normal, but they were as clear as ever when he snapped his head towards her at the first sign of movement. His eyes narrowed and lips tightened almost instinctually, but she was moving so slowly, her slight frame inching closer that he turned his growl into a sigh. He wasn’t sure what to do, he really wanted to get up and go away, walk until he couldn’t anymore. Anything to get away. But, of course, he didn’t have the energy.

He flinched a bit as her slim head rested on his paw. He looked down at her, a bit confused. He twitched, but her head remained. He wasn’t used to comforting, after all, it had taken three weeks for Jerome to even be allowed to nuzzle close and Admiral had only done so out of necessity from the cold. But she wasn’t demanding, simply there in that strange translucent quality she seemed to possess. He decided that for now it was alright.

Her words made him tilt his head, the first sign that he was still the same dog. He could still manage a few expressions. He hadn’t slept in days and yet he was so tired he hardly had the energy to breathe. He hadn’t eaten either, even thinking about it upset his stomach. But yet, right now, this was the first thing in days that hadn’t hurt.

He had been missed? By Roulette? He glanced at her, green-tinted yellow eyes narrowed. He mulled over that wonder for a few seconds before she spoke again. He got confused halfway through her sentence, something that hadn’t happened before, but she continued on and his annoyed expression faded. Other dogs spoke to her and walked away, fleeting encounters. Was he really the only one that had had a good decent day with her? The realization that she was as lonely as he was, made him frown.

Her next words made his teeth click and he pulled his paw out from under her. He looked away, shaking his head, ears flapping against his skull. How could he explain when his own damned self couldn’t understand? He looked over at her for a second, she wouldn’t understand. No one did. He was just a freak that couldn’t control his own mood. He growled lowly, standing up for the movement, the stickiness in his joints of earlier now gone. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, other than starting to pace. He looked at her, teeth bared. He didn’t want to be mean to her, but he wasn’t sure how to explain it anyway.

”Damn it.” He muttered, shaking his head. He could tell the words were forming in his head, but he wasn’t sure how to form them. He tried to remember what he had told Jerome, the basis so the little pup would understand. “Nothing made me feel this way but me, it happens. I could be normal tomorrow and then not. I can’t do anything about it.” He growled again, pacing faster. He wanted to strike something, but Roulette had called him Comrade. He didn’t think he could strike her and leave.


Amount:674 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘low. He’ll be irritable and mopey.
EEK! The feels!
Muse:Awesome!
Tune:Evanescence Radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;; OPEN;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The maiden didn't think much would happen today, that it would be another diurnal cycle of just sitting around in the middle of town until someone noticed her, for most thought she was just some crazy hag trying to kill herself beneath the burning sun, but she wasn't, well, at least she didn't think she was insane. She could still think sanely like any other person, just couldn't convey them into clear words like most could, her ears lowering a bit at that thought, her bucket list mainly compiling of the goal of learning correct English so she wouldn't make anyone angry. For some reason, sometimes when she spoke, other canines got furious with her since they couldn't understand, and that usually meant they wanted to hurt her, and since the Doberman wasn't very good at fighting, she ran away, as far as her stilt-like limbs could take her. Be it to the next town over or to the nearest building, she was good at running, and perhaps that was the sad thing, she couldn't stand up for herself enough to defend her own rights, or her home, and what if she made a family? She wouldn't be able to protect them either.

** So Roulette made it up in her mind that she would learn how to battle another dog with skills, though of course she would need a good teacher, and while Admiral would be the best choice for her, just look at him, he had the scars and muscles to prove that he wasn't someone to be messed with, he probably wouldn't want to tutor her in such things. Especially with this mood he was in, the girl was sort of nervous to question him as to such trivial matters, obviously he had more important things to tend to, and it would only be bothersome. Thus the canine remained silent, only staring up at him before asking him if he was alright in her own sort of way, all butchered and what not, though judging by how he pulled his paw out and stood up in a flash, the European knew she had displeased him. Like a scolded pup her eyes averted to the ground as her ears flattened against her skull, chastised for her actions in her own way, and even if he wasn't angry with her, she felt the guilt surge through her veins, wanting him to be arrogant and happy again, it reminded her of brighter days.

** The Pittie mix began pacing, the Doberman watching with slight curiosity, maybe he would tell her what was wrong, though all she got was a curse and a blunt statement, though to her, it was all that she needed. So he had this problem where he couldn't control his emotions? How interesting, she had never met a soul like that before, and she wanted to learn more, though she wouldn't push, all she would have to do was spend more time with him and perhaps he would open up a bit more, like a book being read through. Except Admiral was a book covered in spikes, a more deadly conquest, but it would make her feel adventurous, staring up at him from her head in between her paws, stating out, “Roulette sorry Comrade sad.” She began to rack her mind for stuff to make him happy again, to which she hopped up into a standing point, brushing past him as she nipped his cheek and stated, “Comrade follow Roulette, happy time, yes.” Maybe they could go hunting or something, that would be good practice, and as she felt the sun shine down on her once more, her optics began searching for an appropriate source of food, oh, like that hog bolting through the fields. Glancing over her shoulder before she started running, Lette simply said, “Comrade and Roulette play tag with pig.”

Amount: 644 Words.
Notes: None<3
Muse: Good~
Tune: Red Dead Redemption
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

Whereas his earlier mood had been so low he was drowning in emotion he didn’t really feel, he was now riddled with irritation. The annoyance simmered, blanketing him in a threatening aura that made others wary. It helped ward of the stupid dogs with questions he would answer with teeth. They made him angry, angrier than the sadness that gripped him tightly. It angered him more that he couldn’t explain why the anger had sparked. It wasn’t at Roulette. He was still pacing, so he didn’t see the fleeting expression she wore. He was too busy snapping his teeth shut and rolling his shoulders. He just wanted it to go away. Why couldn’t he just feel normal and speak to her normally?

He turned back to her, the anger in his skin now boiling. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, shaking his head forcefully. Her words floated to him and he sighed, his great chest heaving. He stood there, shadows fighting for his mind as he looked at the female. He knew the expression on her face, though it took him two seconds longer than it would have any other day. One for his mood, and the other because he hadn’t seen her in a while and had to re-train himself to read it. She was upset.

“I don’t know why. Just happens.” Normally so eloquent in speaking, Admiral’s words now were halting and broken. He wasn’t sure why they were leaking out, but he wasn’t able to fully stop them either. At least he’d stopped before he was a blubbering mess of tears on the floor.

He growled again, at himself. He hadn’t told anyone since Jerome, two years ago. He hadn’t had to before then. He knew how to hide it, had for years, when he had felt the strange stirrings of emotions he didn’t control, but then he had been a prince with a kingdom in reach. Afterwards, he had snapped the cord and released a tidal wave. Most steered clear of him now, and he liked it that way. He would find them when it best suited him, fighting, food in some cases, love in the others.
But Roulette was staring at him with round brown eyes, her long face wounded. But it didn’t last long because she spoke again and strode forward, nipping at his cheek. He blinked, anger rippling, but she moved on, diverting the situation and his attention simultaneously. He followed her, slowly and a bit wary. He didn’t like moving, didn’t really have the energy. But she said something about a pig and bolted. He started after her on instinct.

It cleared his head, the pounding in his legs that propelled him after her. He was fast for his size, though she was quicker, her slender frame prancing ahead of him. Of course, in a flat-out race, she would most likely win. However, she had said pig and that was something Admiral could tear into. He broke away from her, running to the left to reach the head of the pig, cutting across the shorter distance. He got close enough to snap at it and dodge out of the way, neatly spinning to the side so it could not find his skin with its’ tusks, if it indeed had any. He hadn’t exactly looked.

He could hear Roulette, knew she was close, but he was fixed on releasing the anger pent up inside him. He pounced, powerful jaws slamming down on the back of the pig, his front paws holding its’ head and back, chest squashed against its’ shoulder. His jaw worked as he tore at it, growling angrily. He slashed with his teeth, though he didn’t bound away as he typically did to a dog in a fight. Instead, he latched on and tore at it. The anger at himself, how he couldn’t control his own brain, how pitiful and weak, how pathetic that was, left him as he felt blood rush hot and heavy down his throat.

He let go when he was sure the pig was dead, after giving it a few more vicious shakes. He sighed, panting, and then grinned at Roulette. It was macabre, blood painted his face and had splashed on his chest. But it had worked, a bit. The movement, the heart-pounding exercise, had lifted the fog that had covered his mind.

He looked down at the carcass and smiled, nuzzling it towards Roulette. “Thanks to you, milady, I don’t feel as disheartened anymore.” He offered another roguish grin that quickly faded. He could still feel the inexplicable heavy sadness wanting in the corners of his mind, but right now, he was able to hold it off. He lowered himself to the ground, glancing around the area they had run too. He turned back to Roulette, eyes lighter though not as vivid as they should be.

Amount:818 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘low. He’ll be irritable and mopey.
Sorry for the wait. Also, I kinda fizzled there at the end.
Muse:Awesome!
Tune:Evanescence Radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;; OPEN;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The maiden was joyous in a sense when she heard the chuffed sounds of another set of paws behind her, though she was also surprised, the handsome male was faster than she originally imagined, especially for such a bulky and muscled frame, she imagined he was built just for his powered strength. Though now that she had been proven wrong, the svelte vixen daintily trotted to the side of the flailing pig, who was trying to get away from the pair of canines, its hooves destroying the watery soil of the fields, from all the rain that had overcome the nation in this season of autumn. Speaking of which, just by the faint slate coloration of the once bleach blue sky, the Doberman had this sinking feeling that towards the nighttime it would be a light shower to greet their heated frames after such an exhilarating hunt. But Admiral held no hesitation in springing after the hog, his bunched haunches giving him all the acceleration he needed to sidle up right beside the smooth yet prickly flesh of the prey, the vixen not having that much experience in hunting larger animals, mostly just going after fuzzy rabbits or darting fish, her agility making it easier, though this sort of target required raw power to tackle down to the floor. Her maroon optics were observant, however, as she watched him and his tactics, wanting to gain something out of this as well, perhaps some more techniques as to catching meals when there wasn't help around, but she knew that she could never hunt such an immense creature on her own, ever. Her petite structure just didn't call for it, the biggest she could probably tangle up with would most likely be a smaller than average deer, and that was stretching for it, she was just too thin and innocent in the world of slaughter and food. She rounded up behind the animal, nipping at its heels in the smallest ways to help her friend, try to distract the pig so that its neck would be open for the fatal jugular bite. Right as the hog turned to squeal once more, waving its tusks towards her, something that caused the Dobie to bounce back, the Pit Bull mix finally lunged at the opening, taking the fat swine down, the ground practically shaking as the weight came boring down, her claws digging into the fresh dirt with curiosity as she stared.

** Of course the pig wasn't dead yet, its skin was much too thick for it to be punctured by one set of jaws, though her partner did not halt his conquest over the prey, teeth tearing open gashes all over the place, pulling at limbs and it died within the first few seconds of losing all of that precious crimson blood. When he was finished, the male raised his head and she leaned forward to sniff at the carcass, tilting her head before flashing him a jagged smile, the stub of her tail wagging strangely as she just awaited to hear what he had to say, considering his lips were already moving as if he were formulating the terms. Her cut ears flickered forward to pick up the sentences, a hint of happiness in those normally emotionless voids, replying with a simple, “Roulette happy Comrade feel better.” His pretty golden-verdant irises weren't as bright as they normally were, though they were not as dull as they were earlier either, more so a blunt shade of the mixture, and while she wanted him to feel like his usual self, she had this feeling that it would be a while, he needed to get through whatever sadness his heart was feeling. As he pushed the corpse over to her, the ebony upon ochre maiden just stared at it for a bit before nibbling at the flank, the chunks of sinew slowly making their way into her belly, at least until she tore deeper to get the more nutritious tendons. Though as started her consumption of one part of the pig, she licked her chops, using her paw to push the hog in between them, letting out a whine of ushering, motioning with her head for him to eat too, mentioning casually, “Comrade kill pig, Comrade eat. Food make Comrade happy.” He looked like he had lost just a bit of weight since she had last seen him, and maybe it had to do with this saddened cloud that she felt was hanging over his head, and so she wanted him to fill his tummy, make all those pounds come rushing back, which would be easy with this sort of fatty prey. When she had gotten her fill, which wasn't much, Roulette began to trot to the side, lying on her abdomen to wait for Admiral, allowing the sun to bathe her back, just laying her head in between her paws as she queried softly, “Comrade see other dog? How make friend?” After all, that was the one secret she always wanted to know, how to make friends.

Amount: 843 Words.
Notes: Gah, so much rambling, my apologies, love<3 xD
Muse: Awesome :3
Tune: Red Dead Redemption
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

The anger that had been bubbling was now leaving him, much like the blood flooding from the pig. Crimson graced his chin and stained his teeth. He closed his eyes, relishing the taste. It was macabre, he knew, but after Chicago, he had found solace in tearing and killing anything that came towards him. It had reminded him that he was powerful, and had also kept all his other thoughts at bay. That joy was masked by the heaviness of his chest, but he could remember what it had felt like and so he was touched by the metallic taste of blood. This was probably the closest a dog could get to being a wolf, and he looked it, chest and face stained red, a glimmer of joy on his face

Her words made his eyes snap open and ears quirk forward, the first sign of interest he had in days. He offered a crooked self-deprecating grin. He didn’t think she would understand if he told her that he had found no real way of pulling himself from the pits he ended up in. Right now, he was no loner drowning, but was far away from swimming. He was more or less treading, keeping his head above the waves. His thoughts reconnected with the real world when she spoke again. He glanced down at the pig, ears twitching. Eat? He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, but when he licked his lips he was suddenly ravenous. He bent down to tear another chunk of flesh from the pig, relishing in the warmth.

He wasn’t sure how long he devoured it, but when he felt like bursting, he turned away from the carcass, a bloody smile on his lips. Roulette had finished some time ago and was basking in the sun. Admiral hadn’t noticed before, but the sun was bright and warm, melting into his black coat. It loosened muscles he hadn’t known had knotted. He flopped down across from her, kicking his back feet out to the side, before placing his head on his own paws as well. He started to lick blood from them, noticing that breathing was easier. The heart-pounding exercise and food had helped, he might not have been able to see the shore, but he was swimming.

He tilted his head at her words. Her soft words were heavily accented, but that wasn’t the cause for his delay. He smiled softly, another disparaging smile in place. He straightened his head up and looked at her. She was asking him how to make friends. ”Oh, babe, you’re asking the wrong person. I think you’re the only friend I’ve made here. I’m typically not the kind.”.

It was true, he reflected. He had met Roulette a total of three, perhaps four times? He couldn’t remember the names of the few males he had encountered, the Doberman brothers and that merle mutt and his female friend, but he knew they were definitely not friends. There had been that wench he had met a few weeks ago, but he didn’t really think one night stands counted as friendships. Gully had been back in town for a bit, but they were no longer friends.

He looked at the slim and beautiful female Doberman. She was the only canine he could call friend. He wasn’t sure what to think about that. It lifted and weighed him down at the same time. He had always been solitary. From birth, he was too dark, too serious, too smart, for the Chicago pack, and then too crazy for any dog but Jerome. What made it where Roulette didn’t mind spending time with him?

Amount:611 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘low. He’ll be irritable and mopey.
Sorry for the wait! Life went crazy!
Muse:Awesome!
Tune:Janis Joplin Radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;; OPEN;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The foreign taste of the pig was still combatting with her tongue, she never really knew how to describe what this meal tasted like, it was some sort of spicy combination mixed with this mahogany tinge, truly a lovely taste, yet strange at the same time, filled with memories and pain. Her master usually had fed her and the other dogs some tidbits of chicken or fish, for that was the main produce of Bulgaria's farms, and once in a while, if they did well during a performance, he would gift them with a pat on the head and some fried pork, a special delicacy for any mutt. The warmth of the sun was just being helpful in digesting this cuisine as she rolled on to her other side, not wanting to give either her right or her left special attention, considering then it would start to burn and singe some furs, today's weather was unforgiving to every canine around. Perhaps tomorrow she would take a dip in the lake or some river to cool off the qualities from this evening, though all plans that were being thought up were cast away as she stared blankly at the attractive brute that laid down a few feet in front of her, just relaxing, taking her example logically. She liked to see him so at ease like this, not all tied up and wound as he had been a few hours before, thus she made it her conquest to visit him every once in a while to make sure he was doing alright, since it had already been silently stated that perhaps after this night together, like the last time, one of them would disappear without a trace. Then they would encounter one another a week or two later in some random spot, and the cycle would start all over again.

** That's how life was, rather unfair, and it kept the two of them apart because of how stubborn they were along with a lack of emotion to let them understand that they were secretly forming a bond between them that could not be broken, even if they tried their hardest. Now her question of how to make friends was answered with slight humor, and due to the peace of the situation, a small smile lined her lips, not as wobbly as it once had been, the muscles in her cheeks now slightly more used to such expressions, though perhaps it only held a sad aura to it, one that she couldn't control with her mind, probably not even noticing the fact. Thus she just crawled an inch forward, happy with the point that she was the friend of Admiral, at least they weren't mere acquaintances or enemies, which would be horrid, for so far, he was the only companion she had found in this dusty old town, one who had the same interests as her. Knowledge. She wanted to learn, to be able to converse normally without speaking in the third person, lose the accent, it was all a part of this long list of wishes that she had, stuff that would take time to complete, but hey, she had at least six or more years left on this earth, and she planned to make use of it. However, there was this thing that was bothering Roulette, and she decided she could confide it into someone that she trusted, stating out quietly to see what he would think of it, “Roulette meet other girl, Rocket. Think Roulette speak weird, ask if Roulette have… speech problem. Does mean Roulette stupid? Many dog ask Roulette same question.”

Amount: 604 Words.
Notes: , all Callie does is rambleeee xD And sorry this took forever!<3
Muse: Good~
Tune: Besos De Fuego ~ Ricky Martin
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

The sun beat down on the two black canines. Admiral could feel it warming up his skin. He felt content for the first time in a long time, though a prickle of annoyance still stuck like a burr to his heart. He tried ignoring it , but that only made his nerves grow taunt. Instead, he simply felt annoyed. He was too tired to figure out why and he knew that there was probably no reason. Because that was all the reason to his life. Things happened, he dealt with and/or felt them and carried on.

He was surprised to find no desire to get up and move on. Besides Jerome, Admiral had been alone for three years. He did what he wanted whenever and wherever it suited him. He’d never met another canine since Jerome that had even cared to get to know him, much less spend time with him. He glanced at the slim femme across from him. She had come back. Three times now they had bumped into each other and stuck for longer than pleasantries. He’d already told her that he counted her as a friend. It wasn’t a title he gave easily. A friend meant that he cared.

And he did care. He gritted his teeth and huffed a sigh, eyes darting back and forth. His body looked relaxed but one look at his eyes and one would see that his mind was far from it. He cared if someone harmed Roulette. His jaws clicked at the thought of it. He’d like to see someone try. He enjoyed her company, something so rare that that made her precious in and of itself. He wasn’t sure what to do with this knowledge, so he only shuffled his feet with another snap of his jaws.

His slightly flopped ear quivered as his straight one tilted. Her words surprised him and the anger that filled his expression for a moment was noticeable. Someone had told her she was stupid? He straightened, a glare filling his aureate eyes. “No, no. You are not stupid. They are unforgivably so for being unable to figure out that you’re from a foreign land.”

He had stood up half-way through his rant, anger threaded down to stiffen his legs as he turned to walk a few steps. He could never contain his energy, even without an unwanted fury building in him. He turned his wandering gaze back to her. It was a strange thought, but not one he hadn’t had before.

“I could teach you. If it bothers you to speak so differently.” He offered a large sloppy smile as he walked closer, looking down at her. There had been no mistaking the sadness in her voice and now looking in her eyes, he knew. If she wanted a tutor, she’d found a demanding one. “I taught someone, once. I could do it again.”

He snapped his jaws again, uttering a soft growl in his throat. Damn it. Thinking of Jerome wasn’t smart on normal days. Jerome’s English had been just as broken, if not a little bit more. Of course, Admiral had spent day and night with the pup. Admiral turned away from the female, hoping she would realize that it wasn’t her he was mad at. It wasn’t himself entirely either. He was tired from the tense set of his shoulders, the constant control he needed to keep his hackles down. He breathed in slowly, forcing himself to let it out. Ignore it.

He turned back around to see the femme’s face and her response. He hadn’t offered to help someone in so long, part of him was twisted up in anxiety waiting on her answer. Of course, he didn’t allow this to surface much past a wary licking of his blood-stained lips.


Amount:638 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a hypomanic episode and feels like he’s ‘low. He’ll be irritable and mopey.
Sorry for the wait! And don’t worry, I joined the ramble club too! And I really love the two of them together. XD
Muse:Awesome!
Tune:Janis Joplin Radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;; OPEN;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The female really didn't think that her companion would care very much as to the fact that she had been encountering quite a few dogs over the nation that questioned her intelligence as to whether or not she could even speak correctly, and while the notion did hurt, in its own way, the emotionless dame didn't really feel much different other than a slight sting in that empty chest of her's. But she had just been trying to make conversation, and from what she learned in this dusty country of America was the fact that the only way to get people interested in what you were chatting about is if it either demeaned yourself or others, though it appeared as if Admiral wasn't like everyone else, seeing as how he reacted aggressively, her maroon eyes wide in surprise. Though a smile did line her lips as she veiled her voids, glad that she at least had one person she could count on in this scary place, someone that was a solid shoulder to lean on, even if he needed help as well, but that was what made them a good pair of companions, they assisted one another and then left, not too much commitment, and neither forgetting. She didn't like it when other souls worried over her though, to which her right ear twitched forward as she cast off the attention, stating softly, perhaps even a hint of warmth in her normally unfeeling gaze, “Roulette happy Comrade care, but no worry, Roulette no feel sad or angry. It… is okay.” She actually felt like leaping for joy do to that last sentence that actually sounded normal, though she did have to focus quite a bit to get it out right, but at least she tried, and blinked in surprise when the handsome mutt stood up in a flash, pacing back and forth, her visors following him obediently.

** Though perhaps the best thing about this entire situation was the fact that the Doberman mix was now offering to assist her with her English, to tutor her in the ways of speaking like she had just done a few seconds ago, and she did hesitate for a second, wondering if this would be the best idea, for she knew that she would probably annoy him with all her questions, But this was her only chance to learn correctly, erase herself back to the point of when she knew no English at all, and hadn't listened to those mocking radio shows that teased her own foreign people, unbeknownst to her, who learned how to talk in the very same way they made fun of. Though her friend then turned around, a flash of anger on his face, and she knew it wasn't directed towards her, and even if it had, there would have been no harm, she didn't feel the pain of denial or rejection, but there was like this spirit that possessed her, made her walk those few steps forward to place the tip of her snout against his cheek in a half-nuzzle, only to sit by his side and stare out into the distance, remaining silent for a few more seconds until she then said, “Roulette be very grateful if Comrade teach Roulette good English.” The European did indeed wonder who this mysterious stranger was, the one that he had taught, perhaps she could talk to them and see how they did it, but she did not think to bring it up, considering that right after he mentioned them, Admiral became solemn, so the Slav kept her mouth shut and just asked instead, the question she feared the most, “If Roulette learn English, no able to speak Bulgarian no more? That what one dog tell Roulette when he say Roulette speak bad English.”

Amount: 632 Words.
Notes: they are so cute x.x<3
Muse: Great~
Tune: Silent Hill: Downpour
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

Admiral crammed the prickling anger down, squandering it. Unlike a flame, it didn’t die without oxygen. Instead, it was like ice, slowly melting and waiting to crack. He shook himself in an effort to release the tension. He hated idiots, and if they simply believed Roulette stupid because she talked different, he felt like snapping their necks. It was odd that the anger he felt wasn’t for his own bruised ego.

Her words made his ears flicker. Her voice was devoid of emotion most of the time. He had noticed, but he figured she was like him. He only let loose what emotions he wanted to show. The anger simmering in him simply made him antsy. This time, she seemed a bit amused and he cocked his head. She didn’t care? A smile split his features. Of course, she was smarter than that.

He pranced a bit more, just needing to move. Roulette moved closer and he tilted his head. She offered a soft nuzzle. It was barely worth the name, but it still made him react. He let out a sigh and smiled lopsidedly at her. They were silent a moment, in which he finally made himself lower down to his haunches.

He nodded as she spoke. He had figured as much. It was only fair, she had taught him to play the piano. As she spoke again, he shook his head. “No. You’ll simply be able to speak both, senorita. Chomh luath agus tú gcleachtas. “ The two different languages flowed off his tongue easily. He had always enjoyed words, like the complicated word play that came with it.

The idea of a Roulette capable of such things excited him. He rocked back and forth a moment as if settling in. ”First, when talking about yourself, when talking about Roulette, say I. I am Admiral.”. He figured they should probably start with that, since she had a grasp of most of the other things.

Amount:430 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is having a depressive episode, meaning he feels low and snappish at times.
I feel like I rambled, but I like it. Sorry it’s so short!
Muse:Good
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Roulette liked the grin that had lined those rubbery lips of Admiral’s when she had shown such an action towards him, nuzzling him in such a brief way that it wasn't conveying the exact emotion she guessed she was supposed to be feeling, but at least it was something. He looked very handsome when he didn't have that serious expression on his face, and she wanted to be able to make him smile more, though she was rather pleased with the fact that thus far she had made his guise contort more than she had seen with other guys, he actually listened to what she talked about, and tried to help with every step of her learning. When he fixed his posture they were finally facing one another, nearly like a mirror image other than the fact that he was taller and more bulked, with a broader chest, just the slightest of hints that he wasn't a purebred Doberman like she was, but she found his heritage to be much more interesting than her own. She always wondered how it was permitted for dogs of different breeds to mate, considering how it was considered punishable by masters in Bulgaria, but she guessed that his parents had met whilst being strays, seeing as how she was just learning of all the freedoms that came with not having a collar around her neck or obeying the wishes of the willowy man that had once owned her, made money off of her, and even once tried to get pups out of her, which really didn't work. She nearly bit that male's ear off.

** Then the boy's foreign tongues came forward and sounded so weird against her tympanic membrane as she tilted her head with amazement, loving how the mixed breed was able to speak in three different languages, it was absolutely fascinating and she wanted to learn more about him. She was curious as to which dialects he had spoken for each, so before their lesson could continue her words left in a flurry, her knowledge wanting to be sated with something new, heard as, “What language Comrade speak? Very smart man, many language.” The maiden was impressed with this constant wit she found within the male, so unlike the macho brutes that were known to walk the streets of Saddle Creek with the only intention to bed a woman, not to have a nice and normal conversation like her companion could. Maroon eyes focused intently on those of near jade as he explained to her the first fact that would help her with chatting, and she nodded, closing her eyes as she tried to repeat it multiple times in her head, this vastly different form of how she had been first taught. Now with this confidence funneling within the girl, Roulette opened her mouth as she said, “Ro- Ahem, I am Roulette.” It felt weird from transitioning to her usual third person, but she did like it, her thick accent actually making it some more intelligible and elegant when she introduced herself. The docked state of her tail wagged slowly as she then started adding, “I like… I like strawberry, yes? Comrade like strawberry?” So random, Lette, so random.

Amount: 537 Words.
Notes: HNGHHH, they're too cuteee~<3
Muse: Good~
Tune: Silent Hill: Downpour
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

It was amusing, somehow. Roulette’s expressions were faded, she didn’t show as much as other dogs did. But Admiral liked the bit of a challenge it took to understand what she meant. Sitting this close, he could see the concentration in her. He liked that and found it odd that he did. Of course, Admiral mused he was only teaching her in exchange for the piano lesson. It was a strange talent he now had, but knowledge was something he had to have. Since being a pup, his thirst for it had been insatiable.

So he really couldn’t fault her for wanting some of her own. Her astonishment made him offer her a snarky grin. He couldn’t help it and didn’t care if anyone noticed how much arrogance it had given him. He smiled some more at her as he answered, “That was Spanish and Irish. I learned the former one from my fighting mentor in Chicago. He was a Dogo from Mexico and learned little English.”

He lowered himself back onto haunches, a little bit of the melancholy riling up in his chest. He had quickly picked up on the Dogo’s language almost as fast as he had the foreign fighting maneuvers. He wasn’t going to mention Jerome, not if she didn’t ask. It still hurt too much. He fought back the urge to snarl, but his tan lips wrinkled at the edges in a grimace.

Thankfully, she continued on. His ears perked as she spoke again, testing out the sounds before placing them in a sentence. This time her accented words were placed correctly. He figured plurals were a bit harder to explain at the moment.

He nodded once and smiled. “Yes, Roulette. I like strawberries, because I prefer more than one strawberry at a time.”
His mouth twisted in a grin that could have been taking as mocking, but he didn’t really mean it. He enjoyed this.

Amount:324 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a depressive episode.
I feel like I rambled, but I’m also watching a very intense Merlin episode at the moment.
Muse:Eh, not so good but I wanted to reply anyway.
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;;