Truth be told I miss you, truth be told I'm LYING (Open)

[axel]

When you find the girl that's worth the world and treats you well, then you're the fool and just as well, hope she gives you hell.

As she stalked through the long grass and suddenly bolted, jumping athletically onto and over the random objects. She was of medium size, similar to her border collie mother, she had caught many-a-male's attention, but never long enough to start a real relationship, a family she wished for, with a male that would stick around like glue. 

Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself, "Where'd it all go wrong?" But the list goes on and on. Truth be told, I miss you, and truth be told... I'm LYING. Now you'll never see what you've done to me you can take back these memories they're no good to me.

she really hoped that one day, she would find Mr. Loyal... a Mr. Right if you would. A sweetheart she could be one minute, and a fighter the next. Like an old tiger sensing the end would be at it's most fierce. She would gladly go down fighting.

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Nicholas walked through the town slowly with that solemn look on his face, the aura around him depressed and lonely, for that was how he felt all day, unloved and alone, with no one there to care about him, no matter how much his devoted sisters and mother told him anything but. He hated his disgusting creep of a father, Malo, a cannibal, one whose name who struck fear into nearly all of the dogs that lived in this town, and he felt his brows furrow as he snarled to himself, his underlying violent personality wanting to rip out and shred the nearest thing to him. He let out a rippling sigh as his immense frame, all thirty three inches and one hundred forty pounds of him, ghosting over this mundane ground, a pale ochre that would probably look rather nice when iced over in the winter. His mind was battling with him so horridly, one telling him to just get the hell out of this town, and the other speaking to him with such logic, soothing his frayed edges and whispering that he would meet some canines in the future that would make him want to anchor himself in this humble establishment. His bicameral voids, one of a deep molten and the other of a frigid blue, stared off into the distance, and he wondered what was going on in that junk yard nearly half a mile away from his current position, due to all the sounds of glass breaking and cans shaking.

** The alabaster German Shepherd mix had finally encountered the gate of the scrap domain, his nose wrinkling with distaste at the disgusting odor of trash and rusted metal, though he still kept exploring as he heard panted breathing coming from out of nowhere, something that sparked his curiosity. Large paws took slow steps at a time, just in case it was a rabid bear or some grumpy old wolf, his hackles rising with irritation when he couldn't find the stranger, all these scents bombarding him at once and blocking the path to this mysterious soul. That was when Nicholas sprinted forward, having heard the echo of a falling toaster, the barbed wire fencing around the area glinting in the low sunlight, and he let out a rough bark when he finally saw the tail of this other creature. He silenced his movements as he frowned, trailing up behind the animal, only to find out it was a rather pretty Collie mix with a petite build, much smaller than he was, but that was normal, seeing as how most mistook him for an Arctic Wolf when they first saw him, due to his mother's Great Dane genes and his father's Shepherd looks. He stared at the back of her ebony skull for a few more seconds, quiet and antisocial, not wanting to greet her like was the polite way, just because he was that unconfident with his social skills, and as he let out an awkward cough, his ears slanted back, staring at the maiden as he bluntly said, “Hello.”

Amount: 513 Words.
Notes: None, Nick muse is kind of iffy.
Muse: Okay.
Tune: Whiskey Lullaby ~ Brad Paisley
Tags: Axel with Kirara; OPEN;</sub>

[axel]

And here's to all your lies, you can look me in the eyes with the supposed angry look that you wear so well.

She had paused momentarily to catch her breath. Looking around as she heard a rough bark, realizing she wasn't alone. Ears pricked and alert, head held high and her uncannily sharp eyes glancing about, at first seeing no one, then at the awkward cough, she spun around, now you could see her pretty face, and that splash of white upon her chest. Ears lowered then rose again, thinking on what to think of the sudden appearance of the stranger. Leaning slightly to the left she herself gave anequally blunt "Hello." in a not-so-feminine, almost tomboy type voice. Looking around again, she wondered what he could possibly want, couldn't he see she was a bit busy? She was practicing her speed and agility and would later be training up her strength a bit. Practicing for the inevitable moment she wass drawn into a fight because of either her attitude or just the fact she wasn't very 'lady-like.'

When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, gives you hell. When you walk my way hope it gives you hell. When you find the girl that's worth the world and treats you well, then you're the fool and just as well, hope she gives you hell


Glancing about, she noticed the large shepherd mix didn't appear to be very friendly, nor too hostile, just... neutral it seemed. He seemed ok to hang around with though... Oh well, she'd find a way to repay him later should he try to harm her.

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Nicholas just stared with bi-colored voids as the cute female turned around, her dark coat completely the opposite of his own, a white that seemed to be tinted in various areas with silver, and more than once he had been told that whatever female he ended up with would make gorgeous puppies with him, such genetics not very common in this town filled with mutts. He never understood that, for it only fueled his depression even further, knowing that he wouldn't end up with anyone because of the random bursts of violence he had when he was stressed or afraid, and many girls didn’t want to take the time to be his friend, get to know what he was like, and see that he indeed had a heart, beneath all that ice. She responded with as little reaction as he did, and that made the air a little awkward, not like the Shepherd mix noticed, he was just like a statue, the wind slapping against his sides, but not even moving him an inch to the side. Another can dropped beside them from the pinnacle of the mountain of trash, his attention briefly dispersed over to it as he stared for a few more seconds at the shiny gray object vaguely smelling of fish and corn, wondering if maybe it was one of those canned foods that he had heard his mother speak of. His exotic eyes slowly trailed back up to meet those of a dark brown, bluntly stating with a deep voice, “Humans used to eat that instead of fresh meat, doesn't make sense.”

** The towering brute noticed that she had this testy aura around her, as if she wanted to get back to something that she was doing, and he sat down so he wouldn't seem like he was hovering over her, ears lowering a bit out of that emotionless mask he constantly wore, asking, “What were you doing?” He usually didn’t say much, and most took that offensively, considering they thought he was being rude, when in truth it was just because he didn’t know how to interact with other living things, so it was understandable that he would make quite a bit of mistakes. Right as he was waiting for her to answer, Nick started to scan around and see if he could infer as to her behavior, her lean body showing that perhaps she had been working out, something that he did as well, but not in her manner, he wouldn't be able to walk along fences, he was too big and unbalanced. No, he liked to take jogs around the outskirts of the town, maybe follow a deer herd around for the kicks and then kill one for a nice meal for his siblings and dame. He knew he wasn’t very good with conversation, but there was one thing missing, and it was the fact that they didn’t know each other’s names yet, to which he let his tail twitch once before he told her in a monotone air, “My name is Nicholas.”

Amount: 510 Words.
Notes: He's such an awkward turtle x3
Muse: Alright.
Tune: Whiskey Lullaby ~ Brad Paisley
Tags: Axel with Kirara; OPEN;</sub>