y[o]u are my drug {callie&silver}

[Tundra ?]

<sub>With spring coming around the bend, winter was dripping its last, final drops of ice over Saddle Creek. The sun was seen more often, the ground was getting warmer and the snow was rarely seen. Since the blizzard that hit the year before, Tara was growing to like the weather of saddle creek and its unhealthy dust bowl era. The Aussie herself was not a fan of summer, not that most dogs with long coats were anyways, but it brought happiness and puppies and flowers to life. She didn't like that. Not in her way. But with the survival of her pack, Hermeaous Mora, Tara was getting more and more powerful each day within each second. Her glittering black pelt was dancing off the sunlight's hazy gaze over the land, glittering melting ice reflected off the surfaces of the local Pharmacy. Tara shrugged, deciding that there was nothing better to do until she went back to her pack for the annual night meeting plan, the femme wandered lightly over to the corner of her eye, the pharmacy. Drugs were made her. The sly bitch licked her maw. Drugs. Medication. Experiments. It was almost like deja vu from back in England when her mum was experimented on by a wacko. Tara was not a fan of unhealthy dogs and humans surviving off of technology to life. She would rather kill the worn flesh than let them share the same earth and land as her.

Tara felt a growing sensation as she padded delicately into the old, creaky place. It scared her to not know when the next full moon was approaching. She hadn't had one in a while, she knew there was only few that she would majorly react too, however, she was having headaches, and an unusual irritability. Not that she was always nice and able to correct herself when she deemed herself to be in a bad mood,(which you never know until later) Tara was almost beside herself with stomachaches. She would die if someone saw her sneak into the medicine dog's camp, plus, she didn't want to be held accountable for if someone else started hacking up some kind of rumor and sickness. If you were weak, you were dead. Since Tara had created her beautifully imperfect pack, she was always busy with some kind of arrangement or assassination plan. But this one, single pack kept getting in her way. She knew their leader, he had once tried out to be in Hermeaous Mora. Ryland. She never got to speak to the canine, as far as she knew, he was pretty quiet. As for his word, he was a stubborn mule.

Their pack goals and guidelines were basically the opposite of Hermeaous Mora's. She wouldn't go into detail of how they disgusted her. Friendship? Who needed that? Bonding? Respect and loyalty was the only thing the two could come to agree on. Tara would never, EVER tolerate double crossing. Ever.
As her white socked paws entered the building, the smell of cockiness, insecurity, drugs, medications and weak souls entered her sensory system. She smiled a crooked smile, her hackles rising just a bit and feathery tail softly and soundly draping by her muscular hips. She was a silent as a ghost hunting for fear, as quick as a sly fox and as detailed as a murderer ready to strike. This was Tara, an unforgettable canine to all who came upon the queen. She was a dominant, evil assertive female who never gave up and always had back up. That's one thing you could count of Tara for. Were you ready?



Amount: 611
Notes: It feels good to be back <3
Muse: High
Tune: Dirty Free for all - Ke$ha
Tags: Callie with (Justin or Nick), Silver with Winter</sub>

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Hatred. That was all that Nicholas felt towards his father and the pack that he lived in, for how could they have accepted that horrible man into the ranks of a good-feeling group, a cannibal in the minds of the Mafia. Didn't Ryland see what a bad man that Malo was? Another depressed sigh rang past the ebony lips of the immense brute, standing thirty three inches at the shoulder and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, well, he towered over most with such ease that they chose to stay away from him, especially during those violent spells of his, triggered by nearly nothing. He really didn't know what to do with his life anymore, the days proceeding on and the only things he ever looked forward to was being with his family, made up of just girls, his mother and his sisters, that was it. But now they were starting to go on their own paths and lives, leaving behind the silent statue that was the boy, and so he spent more and more time away from their make-shift home of a trailer house. His thick tail swung lowly, tickling his ankles and causing the ashen fur along his spine to rise up with irritation, wanting to just snap the neck of the nearest thing in his proximity. He knew he didn't fit in with all these pure souls at Mafia, they were all too good for him, they would see the darkness within his soul, misjudge him for it, and then kill him, tear him apart like he knew they would do to Malo one day, if he didn't get to the bastard first.

** Large paws trudged over the cold soil, still in the process of being warmed by the uprising sun, his erect lobes swiveling forward as he stared at the floor, an eye of ice and one of molten tints combatting with one another as his brows furrowed together in deep thought. His muscles were sore as he realized he had been walking ever since yesterday morning, not even pausing to rest or eat, by the tell-tale rumble in his stomach, but he just ignored it as his sinew twitched, just wanting to get far away to clear these ideas in his mentality. As Nick lifted his head up and scoped the surrounding area, he let out a grunt of confusion, jaws snapping shut as he turned around the corridor of the street, jumping from a walk to a lope, nails clicking against the gravel of the street in an eerily rhythmic pattern. He didn't even think of stopping as he felt the spring zephyr brush against his neck, a deep intake of breath now taken, the stinging in his lungs making him enthralled to be in such a place in the world, experiencing things he knew that might only be done now. After all, there was no telling when you would die, hell, a bullet could come out of nowhere and pierce his skull for all he knew, thus it was better to live in the moment.

** The German Shepherd mix came to a stop when he saw the looming building of a pharmacy, his ears flattening against the curvature of his skull as he stood on the first step, body turned at a prolific angle, tilting his cranium in pondering, wondering if he should even try to investigate. He had heard many things about this place from the pack's practical baby sitter and scholar, Damian, who frequented this area to sneak supplies, and he wanted to see for himself if it really was as creepy as everyone said, though it did take quite a bit to frighten this brute. He barely had a heart to jolt anymore. Rolling his bicameral irises, the dog walked forward, shouldering his past the doors and entering, his sensitive nares already catching the older scent of a woman who had just passed, and his body went on edge, scanning around from his stiff position, trying to pinpoint exactly where she was. That was when the bare luminance in this building cast upon the svelte yet curvaceous form of such a gorgeous creature, though there was this dangerous aura wafting off of her, making him still feel wary as he approached slowly without a single word, a selective mute by nature. He didn't even know if he was imagining this entire situation, seeing as how off the bridge he was already, though he might as well talk to the vixen, her tri-colored silken coat catching his entire attention as he stated bluntly, “Hello.”

Amount: 765 Words.
Notes: HURR, sorry I rambled a lot xD And Nick is a butt, lmao.
Muse: Awesome!
Tune: A Dios Le Pido ~ Juanes
Tags: Tundra with Tara; Silver with Winter;</sub>

[»??lver]

<sub>Spring, finally taking its grasp on the world, brought warmth with it as it pushed the winter season away. The final drops of snow and ice clung to the ground, trying to keep themselves from evaporating in bright rays of sunlight as the days lengthened. Saddle Creek was changing, and not for the better, well at least in the opinion of Winter. The sun rose high in the sky, warm rays illuminating from the swelling ball of light. Blizzards died down, the frosty chilling gales stopped occurring in the small town. That was not to Winter’s liking. She preferred the colder seasons, her longer fluffy coat built for that type of weather. Spring and summer time gave a torturesque feeling to the snowy pelted femme, dreaded thoughts filled her mind as she padded along, cocoa pools darting from one patch of melting snow to the other. If one dog could be the loneliest canine in the world, that would be Winter. She felt a deep urge inside her, telling her to run and never look back, fly away at top speed until she could no longer move. Eclipse had left her, heading off on some silly adventure that would most likely get himself killed. But did her ever listen to his sister? No, of course he didn’t. The idiot never heeded a single warning that drifted from her mouth. His sweet musky scent still clung to some of her ivory follicles. Breathing in that smell had Winter longing to see her beloved littermate one last time. The memories of their fight echoed in her brain as if it was teasing her with painful memories, slowly driving her towards insanity. Still, the femme kept a firm hold on her sanity, something that precious could not afford to be lost.

Large paws with worn pads hit the almost numbing dirt underpaw, and with every step came a sharp shock of pain that stung Winter’s left forepaw. She hesitated, gently lifting her paw and stroking it with a soft tongue, wincing as she felt another jab of agony ripple through her leg. Flashing back, Winter’s thoughts trailed off to the fight where her paw was wounded. Some wannabe pipsqueak thought he could take her on. Boy was he wrong. Still, Winter left the battle scathed, even if it was one injury. Dry crimson blood clumped to her once pure fur, the fragile scab that closed the wound threatened to loosen its grip and let her racing blood pour out. Her usual elegant stride was broken with a limp, a limp that slowed her down to a point where it was dangerous. If she ran into trouble, how would she flee if necessary? The muddled thoughts crowded her brain as she walked, but one goal stayed in focus, to get to the Pharmacy. With no clue how to use the medication stored there, Winter hung on to her last hope.

Noticing she was no longer in Saddle Creek, but in Alamosa, the German Shepherd’s heart raced faster, her pace picking up while her lobes stood erect. Nostrils sucking in air, she inhaled, air seeming different but she couldn’t pinpoint how or why. She could feel her nerves tingle, anxiety keeping her alert for any signs of danger. Winter listened, but only the soft flowing of the spring breeze and the clacking of her nails on the street. Jaws, open in a pant, suddenly snapped shut as her cocoa pool’s gaze drifted across the scene in front of her. The eerie area around her looked so strange, so unlike home, it sent chills down Winter’s spine. She shuddered and then carried on, tongue lolling out of the side of her maw as her body bounced vertically with every step. Even being cautious, Winter still couldn’t help fighting the feeling of relaxation. It was so peaceful, no jabbering brothers, no badass brutes, and no strangers to challenge her. That all changed the farther Winter walked into Alamosa. Scents, unknown stenches, rushed into her nostrils, making her head spin with the overwhelming presence. One tangy, reeking, and old scent stuck though. Winter cocked her head, feeling like it was familiar but still foreign to her. What could the mystery smell be? He farther Winter made her way into Alamosa, the clearer it became. Until finally, as Winter approached the pharmacy, the realization hit her. Dead dog… long gone dead dog. Brows furrowed, Winter pondered about the located of the poor canine. The small lump of what was a dog soon was spotted lying in a patch of grass. It must have eaten some type of deadly pill, at least that was what Winter deducted from the way it was laying, so peacefully as if in a deep sleep. Pity and shame both decided to appear in the emotions of the femme. She was shameful that her own kind would be stupid or desperate enough to not think about what they were doing or the consequences of taking medication not meant for them. She felt pity deep inside for the life that was wasted, even if it wasn’t any of her concern. But still, wasn’t she heading to the same fate? A cool zephyr blew her way and ruffled her thick ivory fur as if it agreed. The female turned away from the rotting carcass, a disgusted look slung across her face, cocoa brown irises pointing up as Winter studied the building. Fresh scents wafted into her black wet nose, those of a female and a male.

That either meant trouble or…. trouble. Winter’s lips curled into a sly grin, trouble was her specialty. The wound in her paw let out its disagreement in another wave of pain, but Winter took no notice. She exhaled a preparing sigh and hesitated for a moment, not moving at all except the rhythmic movements of breathing. Tail swooping back and forth, shattering the air around it, Winter finally decided to take her first step towards the building. A dark eerie shadow was cast by the building that loomed over the femme, making her gaze around cautiously. Finally, she trotted up to the entrance, peering in while trying to keep herself hidden. That certainly failed with her white fur fluffing out, but hopefully the two others didn’t notice. Her eyes could make out the frames of a female, who held a majestic and curvaceous form, and a male, who had a sort of muscular build. Inhaling deeply, she watched, holding her breath while staring with wide pools.


Amount: 1,085 words.
Notes: I really had nothing to say so there is lots of rambling. Feels good to post again. c:
Muse: Like a roller coaster. It keeps going up and down, high and low.
Tune: People Like Us~ Kelly Clarkson
Tags:Tundra with Tara; Silent Callings with Nick;</sub>

[Tundra ?]

Tara's ears flickered behind her to hear a deeply accented voice of a male behind her. She knew it was a male before the voice, the deep musty smell of brute lingered into her nostrils long before the creaking of the canine began to suddenly draw closer. The tri colored female waited a while before to turn around and answer the mysterious figure, she guessed that if she built suspense she would have the upper game. Tail loosely playing at her hips, the muscular yet delicate femme lifted her head in the air, scenting another figure not long after the 'hello.' SHe growled, slowly turning around to face this male. What was this, an ambush? How did they know about her whereabouts? Tara was not going to take crap from whatever they were up to, either pack mission or just defending territory, she really could care less. The overwhelming smell of weakness poured into her delicate body, making her true, canine dominance over powering. When the bitch's coffee colored eyes finally reached their companion, Tara was a not the least bit surprised to see his muscular stature over her own. She had to admit her weakness was being shorter than most larger dogs, but that's where she made up for it by her attitude and secret. The moonlit secret only her and her brother truly knew and could come in game with.

But with his somewhat blunt statement at just the 'hello', Tara felt cheated, felt cheated of his true self and personality. She herself was not one to fully trust people with her true self, but then again, no one trusted her either and she didn't give a what anyone else's problems where. She wanted to know them only for her own good and benefit. Tara swayed and debated on what she would say to this male, what mood was she in today? Tara had not been feeling the best, so I wouldn't expect this female to put up a flirtatious face for him. Tara scanned him carefully without making any rash and quick decisions that might put her out of the question for good, but she didn't wait too long because she could tell he was probably loosing interest in her. Fast. She tsked softly at him, her dark brown eyes glazing over his own, softly massaging their way into his soul. "Hello,? Is that all you have to say for yourself? My my, this is a shame for such a devious, muscular handsome fellow." She chuckled viciously, aiming at the soft approach for now. Until she got a hang of him, she would play this game loose.

It only took Tara a few seconds to decide whether or not this brute was her pack suited. Maybe if she could just dig a little deeper, but right now Tara got the impression he wasn't interested in her, or much less joining her ruthless pack of purebreds. She could tell he wasn't the goody kind either, which she liked, but then again most of the larger brutes these days; the power got to their heads. So did their ego and size. It probably mislead most of the brutes out there with power on their hands. Size certainly didn't make a difference with Tara. However, she was not a fan of little fluff images that some called "toy breeds", she absolutely despised those little cats. Yes, he could be a good fit. The grand little lady placed her feet before her, watching the brute's movement like stone, then slowly lowered her haunches to the ground, her jet black silky coat making physical contact with the untouched wood floors of the pharmacy. This placed was obviously not visited enough, because she could tell they had an overstock on some drugs just by the reek of the place. It disgusted her to death.

Then she entered. The female she had scented outside of the store padded in silently, her white coat blinding Tara. It was so pure and delicate that it looked like freshly fallen snow, just as pure as happiness. Tara almost gagged. She jerked her head back up, as if surprised that she did that. If she had known the male, she would have puked on him. She shook her head, glaring the other female down. She entered, as if testing the environment, but not a word came out of her mouth. Tara sat up again, removing her haunches from the ground and shook her flawless tri colored coat. The spunky attitude of hers got in the way of her violent intentions. "Ah, Snow White has decided to join the party. Or is she playing the silent game? Get over yourself sweetie, no one here is going to try to seduce you." she snorted, her harsh humor dripping from her lips. She licked her jaw, snapping it shut hard as she watched the white figure with a violent stare. She dared her to move.

Amount: 837
Notes: Sorry about this mood swing~
Muse: Moderate
Tune: Thrift shop - 99 cent & maklemore
Tags: Callie with Nick, Silver with Winter

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** He knew. The male knew exactly what type of woman this Australian Shepherd in front of him was, a seductress who really didn't sexualize everything, no, she tempted men into the sea of her desires, and got rid of them before they truly mined the treasures they wanted. His lobes tipped forward, not out of the want of her deliciously shaped frame, but because he was curious to learn more, the promise of knowledge something that kept the depressed canine going each and every day, his biological fuel, and perhaps the fact that he would have a better chance of slaughtering his father if he stayed in his best shape. Deep intakes of oxygen were taken, not because he was at a loss of breath, more so because of the point that the air in this establishment was rather dusty, forcing his bi-colored irises to squint to get a better image of this stranger, but by god, she was gorgeous, a true beauty compared to most of the mutts around here, and she was definitely no mixed canine, she was pure by blood, he could just tell by her exotic scent. He embarrassingly admitted within the qualms of his silent mind that she was definitely one of the most attractive females he had ever seen, and that was saying something, because for some reason the ladies seemed to swarm around him all the time when he stopped by for a meal, apparently the whole dark and reserved personality was the perfect magnet. How strange.

** Lovely British chords wafted over to him, and he inwardly triumphed at the fact that he was right as to her location, so distant from boring old America, and the only reason he had ever heard of the European nation was due to the point that his mother had taken it upon herself to give them a basic knowledge of the world around them, so they wouldn't be as close-minded as Malo and think that their country was the only one in the world. He quirked a brow at what she had said, and while he had to admit it was nice to hear such a complement, even if it was perhaps fake, and he was glad that he nearly had an inability to blush, so he just stared down at her, ebony lips barely twitching in a smirk. The mutt assumed it would be best to introduce himself, since he wasn't very good with any other sorts of conversation, it was just so hard to try and understand what was the point in learning about others when they were probably going to leave in a few hours. Yet another silent sigh escaped from his maw as he took a step back, making sure to avoid invading her personal space, after all, who knew if one action could trigger the aggression and violence from either of the pair. She might've had a pretty face, but she didn't seem like a joker or a whore, no, she was smart, and would definitely prove to be an interesting experience.

** Clearing his throat, the German Shepherd mix decided to finally go with his guts and state out blankly, ”The name's Nicholas.” There was no need to be all sweet and flirty, he just didn't work that way, he didn't have that honeyed tongue like his father, who could just swoon women with a few promiscuous terms and romantic sentences. He was blunter like his mother, telling it like it was, probably driving away more potential mates than drawing them in by honestly telling what he thought of them, though maybe that wasn't the best route of life. The boy was rather curious as to why this Aussie was even in the pharmacy, it wasn't like many dogs stayed here anyways, though he casually flicked an ear forward, sniffing the scent that was like an aura around her, so spicy and new to him that he wanted to learn about all the various odors that were lingering on her pelt, one of a male, though seeing as how easy going she was, it probably wasn't her mate. Was it her sibling, was he around? Oh, and the biggest question, would he be extremely overprotective of his sister, just like how Nick was towards his own sisters? He felt sort of bad for always babying them around, but really, they were all so delicate, he didn't want them to get hurt or anything, they were the only souls he had left that actually cared.

** The brute was about to add something to the conversation, well, he was intending to in a way, when yet another stranger entered the room, an elegant ivory canine, and instantly he was on edge, his lips starting to raise in a warning growl, the image in his eyes not of a female, but of a white German Shepherd male, his father, that sick cannibal bastard, and he was already starting to back up in warning, hackles raised aggressively. But soon enough the barely there streams of light cast upon the mysterious figure, her hairs like that of ice, practically translucent, and that was when he realized that she was a girl, blinking slowly before relaxing his taut muscles, keeping his guard up just in case, murmuring out in a grunt, “Sorry.” His tail hung low beside his ankles, rarely did it ever wag, and his head was equally as levered, near his chest in the pose that was most reminiscent of a wolf, to which he then showed her perhaps a glint of apology in his gaze for acting so snappish without reason, but it wasn't like his mentality was truly stable anymore. Nick picked up on the snarky tone of the smaller girl beside him, silently casting a glance between the both of the vixens, wondering if they knew each other, or if this was simply just another taunting match, surely the snowy dame wouldn't let someone walk over her like that, but neither would the gorgeous Aussie, so this would be interesting indeed.

Amount: 1,009 Words.
Notes: Omfg, sorry this is a bunch of rambly junk my loves, I got so distracted x.x
Muse: Pretty good c:
Tune: The Last Of Us [PS3]
Tags: Tunny with Tara; Silvy with Winter;</sub>

[»??lver]

<sub>Winter halted, scrutinizing her surroundings through narrowed cocoa pools that casted a curious gaze. Dust circled in the air, clogging the atmosphere while making it hard to see and breathe. An irritating tickle stimulated in her dry throat so a quiet cough broke out from her jaws. In front of her, the two dogs stood, just as she imagined them by the faint frames she saw through short glimpses as she peeked into the building. Winter’s posture was upright and tall, the white German Shepherd made herself look as elegant as she could be while settling herself. Then, before she could speak, a smooth voice escaped the Australian Shepherd’s mouth. Her tail trailed down to her hocks, unmoving as she stared down the vixen with the silken fur. The little female wanted a fight? So be it. Winter was surprised. No one she ever met started out with and insult. With an urge to put the little scrap in her place, but not wanting to make a fool of herself, Winter just decided to talk back casually but with a few insults of her own just to be defensive.
She took her time, hesitant to speak but not out of fear or because she need time to think. Winter wanted suspense to build, the kind of suspense that made a dog seem mysterious and earn respect. That wasn’t her goal with these dogs because obviously it would be a pain to impress them and nearly impossible. Her goal was to find out more about them. Finally, the she-dog cleared her throat and spoke in a voice filled with indifference and smooth like honey. “Well then, aren’t you a little ray of sunshine? How about you shut that blabbering mouth of yours and let me introduce myself, because I’d rather you not do that for me. You seem so sure to assume I’m that type. How about you hold that tongue of yours and not try to call me what I’m not. The name’s Winter.” Articulating each word clearly, Winter finished with a simple voice, not looking to draw all the attention to herself but still defending her dignity. Finished, the ivory furred canine turned her gaze towards the quiet male. At that instant, he seemed spooked as his lips curled into a warning growl. The stranger’s hackles raised and Winter looked into her memories, did she ever meet him before? If she did, he had the right to be aggressive towards her. Her blurred past was nothing but trouble, deep deep foolish trouble. But she didn’t recognize him, not the slightest bit. So, a question lingered on her tongue, ready to spring out because she pondered why he acted aghast upon her entrance. “What’s got you all shaken?” There it was. She let it slip out, curiosity taking control, but she did have the right to ask. The dame’s voice was more concerned and polite than her tone with the Aussie. He did nothing wrong, unlike the vixen who outright insulted her even though she had done no wrong, yet. Keeping an eye on bitch, she let her attention focus more on the male, still untrusting towards the Tri-colored Aussie. Brows furrowed and cocoa orbs gazing at him with a questioning glare, Winter patiently awaited his answer. Hopefully, she would hear his and not get one from the rude femme. Muscles tightened, her guard up in case she tried to attack or anything of that sort.


Amount: 576 words.
Notes: So sorry, loves, about this. Muse is very low and I just dragged myself through this. It’s just all rambling so hopefully the next post will be better.
Muse: Dangerously low
Tune: People Like Us~ Kelly Clarkson
Tags:Tundra with Tara; Silent Callings with Nick;</sub>

[Tundra ?]

Tara paused, letting the white female speak her mind before Tara spoke another defeating comment. She was actually glad that the male, introducing himself as Nickolas, was hesitate at the new female's appearance in their conversation as well. She was not letting this Winter femme ruin her perfect day. Well, of course it wasn't perfect until Tara fought or won with someone, of course that would be her perfect day- oh, and destroy that hideous pack, or gang of what they called themselves the "Mafia." Well, she'd like to see them try. She shook her pelt, dust particles that were very small flew in all directions, creating an overwhelming scent of the female in the drug house. She had seen many different colored dogs in her day and travels, and she had always had bad experience with the white ones. She had no idea why or what the cause was, but she had always despised how little some of them were, and how they held themselves with such dignity and pride when they were the ones that were killing the bigger dog world. Not to say that the female in front of Tara at the time was small, yet she was annoying, so that counted as much.

Tara watched the white female's gears turning inside that skull of hers, loud and clear they were thinking, oh yes Tara could tell. She had a knack for observing the strangest of things when no one else would have though of anything like that. She was praised and shunned, but for Tara; she used it for her advantage. She was sly, yet awkwardly social enough to create an attraction to her from other canines. She was mental, just like her mum and her brother. Mental. When that little maw of hers opened into another sarcastic remark, Tara could only smirk. Was that the best she had? Oh, but wait- she had more to say. Tara raised her eyebrow, giving her a quizzical look as if the white femme was really taking off there. Why, Tara always introduced her company for them- didn't she get the memo? Except for the male; of course. They were so socially awkward sometimes, it's hard to believe females even loved those brutes. Sorry. Tara jerked herself in an upright position. Sorry?! he did not just apologize to this bitch. Her eyes grew fiery red with heated anger and displeasure, she eyed her victim for the last seconds. Pity little thing.

"Well, since miss snow princess here is done blabbering, Hun, no one here gives a crap for you name. Or who you are, really. And I'm sure Mr. Softie here who just apologized for you, has mistaken." she snapped threateningly, her main focus was the white Shepherd, but at the end of the day that male was rubbing the wrong way on her now. They appealed so innocent, so childlike. Tara could not stand it. She would burst on someone, whomever would like to take her on was more than welcomed. But only warned once.

She regretted the full moon oh - so far away from now, it seemed like forever this moon was gradually building up away from her. Her temper boiling hot, creating a hot, steamy environment around her. Being around Tara at this time was not exactly smart, because you never knew which direction the teeth would hit. North, south. She could over heat and walk away or just bubble up and explode like gushing lava. Either one, you wouldn't be secure in the situation. It was just scientific madness that was unpredictable. Painful, yes. But also used for an advantage.

To her advantage.

Amount: six hundred eighteen
Notes: Sorry for the wait <3
Muse: Moderate
Tune: n/a
Tags: Callie with Nick, Silver with Winter

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The air had gotten tense the moment the beautiful German Shepherd had sauntered in, for clearly females didn’t mingle very well with one another, but Nicholas could care less, they were strangers who had nothing to do with his life, so he wouldn't interfere very much. He was dead on the inside, there was barely an organ there called a heart, for all that it served to do was keep him alive, and he was literally a walking corpse, bicameral irises proving this with their blank state, no gleams of amusement or sadness, just emotionless. The smallest of the trio, the Aussie, who was at least shorter than the both of them by a little less than a foot, started spewing out insults like it was her favorite thing in the world, tone cold and uncaring as she prodded at the newcomer. This was when the Great Dane-German Shepherd mix noticed how tall the female was, Christ, she was barely two inches shorter than he was and he had always been considered one of the tallest around the pack lands due to his mother’s genes running through his veins. Externally the boy showed nothing of his musings, but on the inside he was mentally warning the British dame to at least try and hold her tongue, for if the other vixen snapped, well, she wouldn't have luck on her side. Plus the male wasn’t even sure who he was siding with as of yet for this verbal fight, he was just the neutral party in the middle.

** The other Shepherd introduced herself as Winter after her snap back at the European, and the mutt nodded curtly, just out of the sake for being polite, tail tip twitching as he just felt all of this animosity starting to build up. He had rudely snarled at her when she waltzed in out of his vision mistaking her for a crueler beast, and of course he had to apologize, for to him it was one of the worst insults to even mistake someone for his father. They locked eyes for a bit, she only reacting slightly with raised fur, but he knew he deserved that back, but he wasn’t one for letting out sappy feelings, so he merely answered, “I thought you were someone else, don't worry about it.” Though this peace was barely able to simmer around when that woman beside him decided to open her mouth again, and instead of the calm and collected dog that he normally was, this time she worded her sentence wrong, for his ears took it as a blatant prodding. Now who did this little Brit think she was? The depressed canine mainly kept to himself when he felt that anger bubbling to the surface, he knew how he got when the fury got too much, he snapped, a horridly violent streak that usually ended with him not remembering anything. He knew he had killed innocents during those times, and was why he liked to isolate himself so that there would be no chances, but it didn’t help that all the Aussie was spewing out was ignorant insults.

** “I speak for myself, don’t go putting your tongue in my mouth.” He slowly stood up with prickling fur, the self-control starting to shatter, the beast that his father had allowed to grow within him starting to scratch to the surface as his teeth bared with a low growl. He wanted to grab that pitiful head of her’s and tear it right off of that dainty little body, mangle her until she was no longer discernible from some random trash on the street, and as he saw these violent images, his pupils dilated. He felt his nails digging into the ground, or at least attempting to as his veins pulsed with seemingly cold blood, his mind battling with itself, one wanting to calm down and the other wanting to unleash hell, though he knew one thing. He wasn’t Malo. So the large brute instead took a deep inhale of oxygen, exhaling even deeper as he gnawed down on his teeth, trying to find that peaceful core within him, thoughts of his sisters and mother appearing. He decided to change the subject, stop himself from thinking anymore of violence, asking the one known as Winter, “Where are you from?” He was curious, clearly most female Shepherds did not grow that big whilst being purebred, and the only ones he knew of were of pure German heritage. Hopefully the British lady would also get the hint that her pointless argument was over, for the tables weren't in her favor. Two immense Shepherds versus one Aussie? No matter her skill a fight like that would only equal massacre, the odds were too strained.

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Notes: Sorry about Nick, he's not very stable and gets irritated easily. =3=
Muse: Awesome o3o
Tune: Light 'Em Up ~ Fall Out Boy
Tags: Tunny with Tara; Silvy with Winter;</sub>