Miserable At Best [Marvela/Ghiya]

[mayday<3]

Maybe I'm not your Mr. Right
Baby, maybe I'm the one you like

Black clouds floated over the blue sky, turning it a color of dull grey. The sun faded behind the large storm clouds as they quickly conquered the horizon. Soon, the clouds released rain, pouring down over the dry land of Saddle Creek. Lightning struck the atmosphere, sending sparks of light through the dark skies, then a rippling boom of sound exploded out as thunder’s anger clasp took over. Trees ached as the wind was harsh, whipping them back and forth, twisting their branches in unnatural ways, as the wind howled through the limbs of the trees and soared through the open meadow that the house sat upon. As the heavy gust of wind hit the wooden structure of the house, it shook the building, making the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling shake as well. Each time thunder decided to make a outburst, the wooden floors moved with vibrations. The storm was powerful and ruthless, loud and angry, but the rain it was dropping was well needed. Hiding deep within the rooms of the Bradshaw’s house, hid the large blue brindle male. He rested upon a old torn couch, one that use to be nice once upon a time. The floral patterning of it really could not be recognized, for each flower was hues lighter than the original coloring. Reds turned into pinks and pinks now where white with specks if what it use to be. Though the couch was incredibly worn out, it was still comfortable for the king himself to rest upon. His whole body stretched over the sofa, as his head laid over his large silver paw. Ryland’s ears sat flat upon his head, as he stared up at the ceiling. Thunderstorms were never Ryland’s favorite thing in the world, for the rain caused the beast much pain. Something about the

rainy weather made his muscles ache, which made it hard for the purebred fighting cane corso to even stand. As well as the physical pain that the rain brought, it also made him feel emotionally withdrawn. Though, Ryland knew that he should be making sure that each one of his pups are tucked away in their own beds, sheltered from the frightening sounds and sights that the storm brought, he could not move, and even if he could, Ryland knew he wouldn’t. It was one of those days where everything was in the dumps, and Ryland’s fuse for any sort of drama was unusually short. He didn’t want to be seen by anyone, even Marvela. He was starting to question their relationship. It wasn’t her, it was him. But Ryland knew she deserved more than the cliché line of ‘it isn’t you, it’s me’. But, truthfully it was him, and in the back of the male’s mind, he has always known this. His heart felt heavy, torn between the love of women and his love for the orange girl. He knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep fighting back the demons that once ruled him. Ryland being faithful was like saying a lion didn’t eat meat, and this lion was very hungry. Sighing, the beast moved his body deeper inside the couch, now laying completely on his side. The male was tired, and his body craved for relaxation. Giving into temptation, the silver brindle brute closed green tinted eyes. Nothing would be decided yet, and all he really wanted to do was shut off his brain. Within a few quiet moments, Ryland was off in a light sleep, somewhere between a deep slumber and being fully conscious.
OOC: Lady and Ryland are going to have some posting in before Ghiya comes in, is that okay?

Maybe I'm a shot in the dark
And you're the morning light

[Brave]

L A D Y M A R V E L A

There was a time when Lady thought she was happy. She’d been able to fool herself into thinking that every little girl deserved a prince to treat her well and love her to the end of the earth and back, but now that she had gotten her “prince” and sampled the life she was destined to live, she was hardly happy. She loved the dog, yes, but sometimes, when she was low, she would walk into camp and end up crawling on her belly away from the looks of the mothers and children to the cane corso’s affairs. Lady knew she had her kids and she couldn’t be happier when she was with them, but when the pups were away it gave Lady a bit too much time to think to herself. She wanted to be her old self: the dog that hunted, socialized with other dogs, and most of all she wanted to be chased. Now that the dog had given herself up and become pregnant as a consequence, no one wanted her. No one even looked at her. The nova could have named a few males she’d seen that had been interested in her, though she hadn’t seen it at the time, and now that she was a woman tied to a dog with so much baggage, it was a bit too much for the girl to handle.

When her first litter had been born, Lady was scared and tired. Not to mention naïve. But now, when she was off hunting, she was overwhelmed with the exact same thoughts clouding her head. She should just run and never look back. Live the live she was meant to: a happy life with Kira, who she’d hardly seen since meeting Ryland, and have fun again. She just couldn’t stand it anymore and, the more the thought about these things, the more she punished herself for thinking such thoughts. The course of the female’s dark thoughts was clearly reflected in the sky. It was grey, clouded, and there was a slight stench of rain on the wind that the dog couldn’t quite get over. She’d loved the smell of rain once upon a time, but now the smell only brought bad memories. Like her first meeting with Ry: if it hadn’t rained she would have never met him and it was hard to ignore how different the girl knew her life could have been.

Lady finally entered house as the thunder began to boom in pursuit of the lightning that pierced the earth with it’s energy. She sighed softly, contenting herself with finding a place where she can lie down and, once again, be confined to her thoughts. This was hell: she’d never done so little talking before. In the past week, the dog had rarely talked to anyone but her pups. And, even worse, she had hardly seen Ryland. Every time she thought she glimpsed him, he was gone by the time she registered the familiar grey chaos of his coat.

Her nails clicked against the floor as she walked, turning into a room with an open door and directly in front of her sat the creature she had most longed and dreaded seeing: Ryland. The male seemed to be stiff in his joints as he sprawled across the couch. She sucked in a silent breath, “Ryland.” The female took a few steps toward him, settling herself beside him as she began softly prodding at his “wrist”. “Are you stiff again?” she quickly withdrew from the unfamiliar touch of him. His body used to be so warm to her but now, as she stared at the male with pleading eyes, all she could acknowledge inside was how cold his touch was.

WORDS 0621 TAGS Ryland STATUS thread is closed SOUNDTRACK none
My muse got a little better as I went. I hope you life it. <3

[mayday<3]

Maybe I'm not your Mr. Right
Baby, maybe I'm the one you like

Though he was sleeping, he heard the patter of soft angelic paws against the hard dirty wood floors. Crudely cropped ears twitched, as each eye opened up. Blurry vision spotted the small orange dog, as Ryland registered who she was. A small pain of guilt ran through the boy, as another small smile crossed his tired face. He loved her, but he didn’t want to hurt her- and he knew it was inevitable. Lifting up on the couch, he now laid stomach flat across the cushions, a tired, depressing look over his face as he heard the pain in Marvela’s voice as she spoke his name. They have grown apart, that was apparent, but Ryland wasn’t sure why. He was failing at protecting her, failing at being the strong king he once imagined himself to be. Now, he was weak, weak and hurt, stuck on a couch staring down at his queen, but the look that Lady carried as she entered the room, told Ryland everything. As she came closer, the smell of the pine woods that scented her fur wasn’t as strong as it once was, and the glow in her golden hued orbs wasn’t as vibrant. Gulping down raw emotion, that at this exact moment in time, he did not want to deal with, Ryland’s body tensed. Her cold nose touched his paw, sending ripples down his spine, making him wince in pain. Everything hurt him, even the touch of his beloved one. Jaws clenched and eyes evading Lady’s. Yea. He mumbled out, his reply short and bitter. He wasn’t in a talkative mood, but he knew that talking needed to be done. It seemed as it has been days since they’ve seen each other, and even longer since they’ve actually had a conversation. There obviously was an elephant in the room, but the large beast wasn’t sure that if today was a good day to talk about what needed to be talked about. He knew he wouldn’t say the things he truly wanted to say, or at least in the way that the sensitive orange girl would understand without too much damage to her heart, but it seemed as though the storm of the conversation was brewing. Why were they growing apart? Did she not love him anymore? It wasn’t that Ryland didn’t love her, it was just that he could not give her want she wanted. Eyes traveled back to Lady, but the smile that usually crossed his face whenever he laid eyes upon her did not form. Remembering the day when they first met, remembering the rain, and the boxcart full of odd canines, and how Ryland had fell in love with the retriever as soon as he set his green eyes upon her golden fur. I’m sorry, Marvela that I can’t give you what you wanted. The words were sincere, but the pain that ran through his body made everything impossible to care about. His tone of voice came off highly insensitive, although the blue brindle brute did not mean for it to come across that way. His voice was harsh, pain filled and shaky, and Ryland could only wish that Marvela could understand. Lady, I am in pain. If there were humans around, I am sure they would had already put me out of my misery. This time, Ryland’s voice was softer, calmer, but the ocean of green that moved within his eyes moved in a way that was violent, rough and different than what they usually are. Pain is an odd thing, doing things to creatures that they wouldn’t normally do. At this moment of time, the cane corso was back in his fighting days, where the pain he felt now was almost an every day thing. It was making him crazy, bed lock and just short tempered. Ryland never felt so out of control in his life. Everything he loved was falling, spiraling out of control and he did not know how to get it back.
OOC: I love it<333 I hope this is okay.

Maybe I'm a shot in the dark
And you're the morning light