These Violent Delights have Violent Ends--[TUNDRA]

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The sky was dark; the sun had long ago sunk deep into the earth. It took the heat with it, leaving a coldness that was shocking. The moon was bright tonight, finally full. It lit the ground with a strange silver glow. Shadows were darker than in the day and everything else was tinged grey. It was a dark essence that surrounded the broken and dead dusty field. In the background the crickets created an even more haunted melody than the brief wind that offered a respite from the day.

Around the shadows of the dead grasses, and through the distorted darkness ghosted another figure. It moved just the same as a shadow, his dark coat glistening silver at the tips, whenever the moon managed to grace his frame. His yellow-green eyes glinted yellow in the bright light when he lifted his head to peer across the area. Admiral sighed as he wondered why most dark-minded dog always talked about the ferocity of the sun. He scoffed in their faces. He marveled the moon instead, seeing as it seemed to fit him perfectly. It was ever changing and always different, and it seemed to scare many of the dogs around him. Most disliked the darkness of night, unable to see as well as in the day. He reveled in it.

His body lay on the cool floor of the dirt, and though he looked to be calm. He wasn’t. To a well-trained eye, he was riddled with energy that had been boiling for the past week. It quivered inside him, made his chest ache as his heart thudded ferociously. The glitter of mania was easily seen in his wide eyes. His head was racing with ideas that were as fast as shooting stars. He’d wanted to go for a run, so he’d charged after it, running until he had no idea where he was or for how long his paws had pounded into the dirt. His chest didn’t even heave with the effort and he knew there was no sleeping for him tonight. The run had been a great idea until one brighter came through.

He wanted to talk, to learn, to understand what made canines tick. He wanted to let loose his charmer’s tongue, to scramble the brains of males who thought themselves better or to charm a female into a romp-filled night. He wanted to run through a city and meet everyone. And he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

And none of this was really what he wanted. This energy filled him, overwhelmed him. It was in control more than he was. He was simply along for the ride his brain had decided to go on. He wanted to socialize but the smallest part of him was worried. What crazy ideas did his brain have in mind? Moods like this could mean anything. He was a dare-devil just waiting for inspiration. He was a politician who needed a debate. He would fight for any strange idea that entered his mind. He was a lover just wanting the comfort of a lover. He was a fighter waiting for the bell. He was a manic depressive having a hypomanic bipolar episode and needing release. Only, he knew none of this except the fact that he was bored. Increasingly and deeply bored.

He whined, paws pattering a strange rhythm on the ground. he was bored, but unsure where to go. the scrap yard? He had met lovely roulette there, perhaps she had journeyed back? he closed his eyes, imagining himself and her, on a lonely night with just her and him. but he didn’t want that, he never wanted the company of someone he knew when he was filled with such ecstasy. they were boring. they never understood.

Except she had. Sort of. Admiral lifted his head, surveying the empty lands and whining when he didn’t see anything. Roulette had pulled him from a depressive episode. His jaws snapped shut with a click and anger rippled down his spine. He’d been stupid to let her even know. He stood up, a growl emanating from his throat.

He wanted to tear something. His anger made his head thrum. When he could find nothing, it ebbed away. He sighed, flopping back down on his haunches.

Amount:714 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a manic episode. He’ll be full of energy, irrational, and easily annoyed.
Muse:Great! Mostly recycled, but that’s because I hate opening posts.
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: Tundra with Vegas;;

[Tundra ?]

Ears swiveling on it's loose hinges, large paws making their way through the dense and muggy forest, the Aussie's mind carried her through the rough times she was experiencing. Other than the fact that she had lost everyone that mattered to her and that she had bonded with, everything was going okay. The only thing was the large appetite she had to keep up with, that stomach of her's was hungry almost constantly because she was still growing. Believe it or not, Aussies were not done growing at the age of three, and Vegas was no exception. She was on the smaller end of the scale, her father weighing over 60 pounds and mother around eighty, and both of them were tall creatures, standing the height of around twenty six and twenty eight inches above the ground. They were intimidating canines. Both of them had not passed their tall genes to their daughter, who was now a towering twenty two inches, and had muscle as well. She was slim, but her pack members had taught her things to strengthen her muscles and her mind as a loner that she was now.

Vegas, daughter of Karma and Killer, was now not a betass, nor alpha of her own pack but a loner, a rouge who roamed the streets of any city with the most food, she didn't care much for social interaction, for Vegas was not a very social canine, however, she did bond when placed in a pack, but she did not care outside that. The merle female's foot prints left were not visible to the naked eye, not in light or dark. They were only available to those who she had known and had history with, some of those Vegas had met and some she was too meet, it was completely up to fate.

Vgas had come to a dead spot in the town, but had padded curiously up the river through the town,.It was awfully dusty, muggy and Vegas did not approve of the dust that kept flying onto her pelt. Shaking it off, Vegas started to hear the sound of pacing back and forth, hard breath packing at itself in some kind of force. She perked her head, mood swinging from curiousness to violence. A growl erupted from her throat, deep cords ringing through her body. Hair standing on the back of her neck, the feathered Merle femme padded into the open, stopping the male she had scented before. He was sleek, tall and Doberman. Very much taller than her, but who gives a crap-? She could still put up with his size, her attitude probably won over most. She could tell he was mentally unstable at this time, well, not unstable just confused? No, maybe... Conflicted. She tilted her head as she slowly approached.

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Admiral paced. His head alternated between hanging so low his muzzle almost clipped the ground, to swinging so high he was almost craning to see above him. He sighed, the sound echoing out in the darkness, lips flapping. There wasn’t even any prey to distract him. So he just paced, energy rippling through him. Occasionally, his jaws would slam shut as an emphasis of the thoughts swimming through his brain.

He stopped, a growl rising in his throat. He cursed low under his breath, a little tirade damning everything boring. He slapped a paw down on the dusty ground. His anger vanished from his eyes as they watched the dust float up into the moonlit sky. Such was his brain now, flipping so fast that he wasn’t even aware that it was. He wondered at the dust. Where did it go? Did it too have the unfortunate weight of gravity pull it back down? Or could it float free and away?

It was as he turned to create another pass that he heard it. A low growl from not too far away. He straightened, aureate yellow green eyes intense and unblinking. A slow, sneer made its way onto his maw. It grew bigger when the dog stepped through the underbrush. A small merle femme. She was slim, but as she moved he knew she knew how to use it.

Interesting.

He cocked his head as she approached. Normally, dogs refrained, especially when they could sense the miasma of emotions swirling through him. Right now though, he was on top of the world and he was going to let her know it. He sidled up to her, though refrained from getting too close to her. After all, he wasn’t wanting to fight. She had a body built for another pleasurable activity.

“Hey, doll.” his words rolled off his tongue in a low tone. His habit of creating nicknames for the canines he met was one that often started interesting conversations. She would probably dislike being called a doll. Or, in what he hoped would be a change of scenery, just get over her high horse and tell him her name. He didn’t worry too much about her hurting him, it was obvious in his build and the scars he’d built up that he wasn’t a dog worth messing with or that cared to get his skin tore a little.

Which, he realized he hadn’t done. With a sardonic smile, he said, “Sorry, I am Admiral.”

There was no doubting the pride with which he introduced himself. So what if she had never heard of him, she should at least know how to think of him. His ego was evident to most anyone he met, but he didn’t see the point in hiding it anyway.


Amount:467 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a manic episode. He’ll be full of energy, irrational, and easily annoyed.
I feel like it’s rambling, but I’ve had a busy week and just want to roleplay
Muse: Alright.
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: Tundra with Vegas;;