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[Brave]

In theory, the day was supposed to be bright and beautiful; complete with its very own bundle of rainbows and kittens. If humans were still around, surely they would be predicting nice weather because the skies were just that deceiving; con-men to the normal eye. Anyone with a brain, - and more specifically a nose - though, would recognize the well known, wet, musky smell of coming rain. Kyoto allowed himself a selfishly deep breath, taking in the image of the colorless sky before him. Just like a vampire, the coming storm had drained any life that had clung to the heavens. Clouds went from a vibrant, pearly white to a dull, raging grey; though they were still magnificent while they declared war for the sky. The sun, Apollo's golden chariot, was the last to go. He had outlasted the other elements of it's realm, but in the end it tucked tail and ran for cover as the storm bellowed out in a monstrously hideous voice.

Now that the black hearted beast had allowed himself to marvel at the magnitude of the coming storm, Ky followed in the example of the sun and spun on his heels, turning tail and heading off to seek shelter for however long the "higher powers" decided to allow an untamed lion to mark the landscape with it's foul scent. The dog knew the Earth was a canvas that was free to be ripped, torn, flooded, or even burned, but that didn't mean he liked the ways chosen to perfect this canvas into the masterpiece it was destined to be.

The brute wasn't sure how long he'd been walking, but the moment the angry cries from above began to vent through pouring down rain on his back, he made a quick turn toward the nearest building he saw: a small barn just a few yards away. He dashed for it, his paws creating an unpleasant sound as they slammed down against the ground in a steady rhythm similar to his pounding heartbeat as he pushed his limits to make it to the small shack sooner rather than later. As the male drew closer to the small barn, his mind reeled with all the possibilities of his possible death within the cage.

The roof looked like it was barely hanging on, waiting for the perfect moment to coming crashing down into the earth and pummel anything else that happened to stand it the way of it's date with destiny. Perhaps he would happen to be one of those few things that challenged the beast, daring himself to stay put as the monster came crashing toward him like a childish game of chicken. Slipping around the sides of the building, keeping under the few inches of shelter from the the rain that had begun to pour down rabidly just moments before, Kyoto found his way to the back door where he casually slithered through, making sure to leave a little piece of his scent for any other creature to notice before daring to venture through into uncharted territory.

The shepherd strode forward confidently, stopping briefly to shake himself of the rain that stuck to his fur like a blanket smothering the life out of him. Free of his muzzle, the beast took a spot in aged wheat in one of the stalls that seemed to still reek of mixed scents of horses and cattle. He settled in, fully prepared to wait until the rain stopped before he went back out to find himself a little entertainment. Little did he know, he wouldn't have to wait that long.

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notes closed to silver, xena, seriously, and myself

[»??lver]

In the mind of a wandering she-wolf, last night was supposed to release all Hell. Dark swirling clouds hid the moon and covered the stars. But the sky, dark and dangerous, seemed to clear up on that almost starless night. So as dawn came around the corner, the sky appeared marvelous. A vast sea of scarlet, jonquil, and violet lit up the dim world below. And her pools, the same jonquil of the bright rays of the sun, reflected the sky itself in a strange but gorgeous spectrum as she stared into the endless abyss that would soon carry an omen to the creatures that lived in Saddle Creek. You see, Marzia was a loner, not born that way but made into what she was and for now, she traveled to find a new home. To her, it felt like an endless journey, as endless as the sky above her. Speaking of the sky above her, as the femme journeyed to who knows where, the sky changed. The sun climbed higher into the void, changing the colors above her ashen shaded head. The hues began to melt into one another and soon the sky was blue, a pale blue. It sent a calm feeling, soothing the anxiety deep in her nerves. The polychrome furred she-wolf was always on edge, her mind in a state of paranoia, ever since the incident that she tried so hard to block from her mind. The calming feeling soon vaporized as the pale blue did into a new grey. A scent of oncoming rain filled her nostrils, giving Marzia a warning so she could have time to find shelter, but where? The forest terrain was left behind, her course was changed without her knowing. Did her subconscious carry her off her original course, or was it destiny? In her pack life, she and her family were all very superstitious. They believed in destiny and fate and anything they could wrap their minds around. That was the way of a wolf and even if Marzia left her family behind, their customs and beliefs stayed with her.

Directing her jonquil eyes to the sky, Marzia spotted dark fluffy shapes rolling in. Clouds, appearing to be full of anger and intense spirit, headed in her direction as they slowly grew darker. A storm was coming. What a cunning day it turned out to be. Starting so perfect and almost like paradise, luring innocent creatures into its trap. The little critters would be out and then a storm would catch them in their tracks. It was funny how things could turn out. What a funny, terrible, horrible, but still lovely world they lived in.

Almost like it erupted from nowhere, thunder boomed, so loud it almost made the ground vibrate. Now, Marzia was worried. The worse the thunder was, the more horrible the lightning would be. And if there was one thing that frightened Marzia out of her ashen and snowy fur, it was the swift striking lightning. She wasn't even sure how she developed the fear. It could have been caused by a traumatic childhood experience that her mind had blocked out because the memory was to horrible to bear. Maybe she was born with it. Either way, Marzia felt panic rise, fear bubbling inside her like a cauldron.

Tiny droplet's, like tears from the heavens, dripped down from the clouds that blanketed the Earth. They landed on Marzia's pelt and darkened it with wetness. The she-wolf picked up her pace, rhythmic strides carrying her over the landscape. Her paw pads hit the ground, slowly starting to wear down from the long journey. The storm was growing, larger drops pelted her and the world was ready to fade into darkness. The panicking femme's sharp gaze darted around the area, eyes looking crazed as if she had a sickness. But the only sickness she had was due to the fear that gripped her mind. If hope was lost to soon, her mind would be too.

Like a savior, a shape, almost a shadow, in the distance appeared over the horizon. Shelter was almost in her reach. A flash in the corner of her eye sent the canine in a frenzy. Mud splattered around as her paws hit hard into the sopping ground. The roar of thunder echoed around her, filling her ears with a cacophony so hideous it sent her mind reeling. Through her smoky jaws, a whine escaped. Why did this terror have to strike? Marzia felt as if she was being tortured, as if she would die from fear itself. But her tired legs brought her closer to the looming building. At first, it looked like the perfect place. But as she approached, Marzia saw it as clear as she could in the storm. The roof was barely hanging on, only held up by resting on the side of the building. The whole structure creaked and almost swayed in the harsh winds that whipped around and ruffled Marzia's fur. Squinting, Marzia tried to look up and it without getting water in her eyes. This would do, but it might just be her death bed.

Little did the femme know, the rain and its purity washed the scent of a brute away. Resuming to look around, Marzia regained her wolf-like posture and stalked around the sides of the building. A door was open in the back, and Marzia rushed to it, only to pause at the scent left by a stranger. Letting out a low growl, she cautiously put a paw into the building. Her fur bristled and she opened her jaws to bare white sharp fangs. Lightning flashed behind her and with all her might, Marzia ignored it. The flash of light lit up her large frame for a moment, reflecting in her yellow eyes too. Rain plastered most of her ashen fur down, but mostly it spiked the fur sticking up as it bristled. She truly appeared as a wild animal. "Who here?" Marzia's voice wasn't so much of a bark. It sounded melodic, soothing and alluring. Flooded with a deep Italian accent, her voice was the only clue that told she wasn't native to the area.

Word Count 1035 words
Notes Whew, sorry this took so long. It's a bit ramble-ish, I was quite tired while writing it.
Muse Moderate but slowly rising.
Tune Wake Up Call- Maroon 5

[xena9709]

Zuri had long since left the human's beautiful city park. Her fun with Damian had ended sharply and left her alone, and scared, once again. Who knew where she was supposed to go now. Her stomach growled loudly at her, reminding her that her last meal had been half of a small gopher. For a dog of her size it was just a tasty morsel of a snack and did nothing to cure her ribs that were protruding more and more every day. She had caught little things here and there but nothing to keep her going for much longer.

Despite this, her legs and heart were as strong as ever, and each day they carried her further and further away from that awful town. After she had left Damian she had looked for any sign of other life but there was nothing. So now she had ended up here, in these desolate fields. Her spirit was starting to wear down, especially as she saw the odd looking sky ahead of her. There was no turning back. Her mother had always taught her to finish what she started, and she wasn't going to go back to the hell hole she had been in before Saddle Creek. Damian had said that there were other dogs, but never showed her where so she was following the scents that she found until she found it. She doubted that she would find exactly what he'd talked about but there had to be somebody.

Her rhythmic gait brought her closer and closer to her goal, the scent of a male was unmistakable as she followed the beaten down grasses. Zuri's ears pricked up and a smile came across her beautiful golden face. She had new hope now as she continued on her way faster.

Suddenly a crack of thunder shook the air around her and she bolted. Loud noises were sure to send her into a panic and her body skimmed across the ground, a golden blur bright against the dark backdrop of the stormy sky. The rain started to hammer down, pouring out of the heaven's as though they were trying to drown her and she had no protection from it. Her short coat was quickly saturated and was grey as her skin now. The little drops were like needles pricking into her skin at every step and she pulled her ears back trying to keep the rain out of them. Her golden brown eyes were barely visible as she squinted, almost not believing what she saw. A little building! Shelter from this horrific rain. She hated rain, hated it with everything she had. She slowed as two scents suddenly converged in front of her. A female? She could barely tell, the rain was washing everything away, turning everything into mud. Her hair rose on her back and a nervous growl rumbled in her throat. Meeting new dogs always made her defensive, even though she desperately wanted to be friends. It often landed her back on the run again as she was intimidating, but Damian had shown her that she still had a chance.

Zuri crept around to the door she heard creaking and poked her head in, and then her whole body. The scents were overpowering now, and the female's made her short hair rise. Something about it was not right...not dog. She hoped that the female was gone and took another step in, stopping when she saw the two brutes in front of her. Her tail was half tucked between her legs and the tip wagged slightly but a growl rose into a loud bark that rang sharply in the little space. She waited to see what would happen next. Either her up front entrance would land her back in the storm, or she would be welcomed in.
(637..ramblyyyyy)

[Brave]

Though the dog twisted and turned; within a few minutes he was more awake than he had intended to be from laying in the scattered pieces of hay. So, instead of closing his eyes for a nap, Kyoto rolled onto his back, stretched out, and stared up at the draping ceiling. The beast turned his attention to the constant sound of the rain slamming against the unstable roof. It was a constant, soothing sound and, though it couldn't be compared to a mother's voice, it had the same effect on the canines of the world as their mother would have.

As he listened in closer, though, he began to suspect the noises of the small barn no longer comforted. After some inspection, it was easy to not only hear the rumbling of the storm above, but it also rattled the building to the bones. It was even powerful enough for the black dog, who bent shadows around him like a child would wrap himself in blankets, to feel the Earth rock beneath his out stretched body. Growing increasingly restless from the storm, Ky climbed to his feet, deciding it wouldn't be a bad idea to explore some and maybe even find a mouse or something to eat.

The space the dog occupied was small and the only place that seemed of much promise was closer to the back door than he would have hoped for. Removing himself from the stall, ears perked and tail held high, Kyoto fell deathly quiet as he searched for the sound that could only be described as the signature of mice. It was obvious the area clearly smelled of mice and rat feces, but that didn't mean it was ever easy to hunt the small creatures. If one were motivated enough they would even have to chew through the flimsy barn walls, not that the barn needed that to make it any less stable than it already was. The beast was luckier than that. His ears easily picked up the tiny rhythm he had been searching for to make his night: a heartbeat. It wasn't small enough to be a mouse or even a rat, though. Instead it pounded like a freight train flying down the railroads at top speed. Not to mention the heartbeat was out of area. Instead of coming from the area he would have expected it to come from.

Though the warning signs should have been obvious, Kyoto ignored them and simply twisted his head in protest to the unnatural creature. He stalked forward, releasing the weight of his body so that it carried in his haunches rather than his paws. It was a silencing technique he'd learned from his mother that he had been more than grateful for when it came to leaving behind his circus lifestyle to live in the wild where he was sure a monster deserved to live. He crept forward, absorbed by the heartbeat, before his body stiffened. Not only had the animal fled, but the wind from the storm had carried in the smell of a wet dog. Even if it was raining outside and smells couldn't stick to the ground, that didn't mean the wind wasn't like a thief: stealing your scent and displaying it to the world.

He analyzed the scent quickly before he would run for cover: it was without a doubt female and, though she still had the smell of a dog, she also smelled a little less tame. When Kyoto began to hear the steady gait she walked with, the beast twisted around and dashed for cover in one of the few  horse stalls, though it wasn't the same one that he had laid in moments before. Within seconds of finally managing to sink into the shadows where he belonged, the creature had made it's way through the door, taking notice of scent by the way she paused before stepping in and shaking herself of the rain.

Kyoto hadn't really paid attention to the newcomer, since he was convinced he would be able to hide from her, until the creature had growled. His ears perked, his face suddenly lit with alertness at the sound of the threat. Even if some canines really didn't mean it when they growled at a newcomer, the beast always took them more seriously just because he had always took them as threats rather than simple displays of dominance or whatever they used them for. Glancing around the stall he'd managed to slip into like a comfortable pair of jeans, Ky found a hole in the corner, probably chewed by rats, just big enough for him to crawl through over to the other side. Having accomplished his goal and found a resting spot, the male flattened his body so she wouldn't be able to see him from the outside.

The male part of his brain, however, wanted to steal at least a tiny glance. He wanted to see if she would be a good source of entertainment. After fighting with his urges, the male finally pushed himself up, hovering a few feet off the ground: just enough for him to get a glimpse. As the male searched the room: he finally saw her still near the door. It was a wolf! He dropped to the floor smoothly as if he had been set on fire, turned his body around while making a little noise in the process, and crawled back into the horse stall. Shaking himself of the few sticks of hay that hugged his body, Kyoto determined his plan of action. He would walk out smoothly, like he always did, and he would calm down the wild beast, luring her away from her instincts and into a conversation. Maybe he would be able to weasel out some information from her, though.

Taking his time, the black beast waltzed from his hiding spot, a sly smile dancing around his face as he looked at the wild beauty before his eyes. Never had he seen such a beautiful creature. She was tall, much taller than Kyoto, and her fur was a mixture of browns, blacks, and creams. Her eyes, however, were a bright yellow; almost as bright as the sun on a nice spring morning, though he found no heat in them. His ears perked and his grin widened; probably taking a bit longer to look at the female than he should of. Although Kyoto had never found himself to be a sex-crazed male, deep down within his body the instincts that should have messed with his head had been blocked by the mask the dog displayed to the world. "Did you take a wrong corner or did you just decide to come raining on my parade, love?" the male spoke, twisting his tail so that it was held a bit higher. Not only was this female attractive, but she also got on Ky's bad side due to the fact that she, took, held her body with dominance; as if demanding respect from anyone she happened to come across. While the beast had never actually thought himself to be the controlling type, he couldn't help but feel his fur bristle at the idea of competition for the shed. Because everyone knew two wrongs did not make a right just as much as two dominant canines did not make a perfect pair.

The male stepped closer, his black eyes boring into the female. Sure, he wasn't trying to intimidate her, but he just couldn't help it. The thought of the games that could be played with this one were beginning to brew within his head and, just as he'd gotten into a bit of a rhythm, the circumstances of his show were challenged by the entrance of another young female who let out a fearful bark at the two dogs. He had to admit: just the thought of himself and a wolf was probably an intimidating site, but that didn't give everyone the right to go around barking in others' faces. Kyoto let out a sigh of frustration, his eyes returning to the wolf. Well now, what was he to do? Surely the girls would team up against him if he tried to do anything, well, rash so that left him with the only solution: inviting them in to stay the night. Maybe then he could briefly get both of them alone and work some of his magic.

"Does everyone ignore marks of dominance on a building entrance, or do just girls do it?" he spoke, his gaze turning back to the new girl: a short-haired, tan female with floppy ears, a long tail, longish legs, and a weird patch of fur that ran backwards. Never had he seen something like that before so, once he'd finished fixating on the girl's marking, his eyes returned to her own brown orbs. "You're lucky your pretty and defenseless against the weather." his eyes flickered to the wolf's, hoping she had caught that hint directed at her. "Please, come in, love." the male gave another smile, happy that the games would be in his favor tonight.

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notes Please take away my writing privileges. o.o This shizz doesn't even deserve to be shown to the world. Oh! and the animal was gonna be an opossum if you guys want to throw that into one of your posts.

[»??lver]

It was strange, this little shetler. Never in her days had Marzia seen anything like it, for she was a wild creature who hadn't seen the gift of man. If it was a cave or under the roots of a tall oak, Marzia would feel more comfortable that she sensed another presence. But out of the natural world, Marzia felt isolated from her element and ready to snap at anything or anyone who drew near. Her eyes, blazing like a wildfire, gave their own light. One would expect her to give anyone a fiery glare, but heat did not shine in the jonquil orbs. No, she cast a cold stare out into the structure. Carefully picking up every detail in the dim area, she was set on finding whatever frame the stranger appeared in. Ever since the incident when she was younger, the femme of wolf decent never trusted a male, whether it be her species or one of those pathetic 'dogs'. Soon, as the storm rained on and the thunder howled like a bear in pain, impatience pricked at Marzia's thick pelt. Maybe the male had left.... no. No, his musky scent was still fresh in the atmosphere, it hugged the air molecules and settled on the floor of the building Marzia was standing on. This place sure did stink of him. Maybe he didn't know... maybe it was her sharp nose.

The ashen dusted lupe lowered her cranium and extended her neck, peering cautiously as she lifted one paw, ready to press forward. One might see her and her posture similar to a baby deer, stepping out from the cover of the forest into the wide open meadow. Carefully placing her paws in a slow manner, Marzia didn't make a sound. She did not like the feel of it, not one bit. On the outside, she looked like a fearless, dominant, somewhat sexy, brave, and fierce lupe. She actually was mostly that, but when it came to situations like these, she found herself acting more timid. Venturing farther into the rickety of barn, Marzia lifted her nose into the air to pick up any scents. Scents of rotting wood made up most of it, but she could still pick up that male and the faintest trace of an opossum. What really bugged Marzia now was that she didn't know what this stranger looked like. He could be a threat and worthy opponent, or a small pipsqueak whom she could crush in a flash. Not knowing the size of this strange canine was most definitely the problem. She didn't know where he could hide or if he could fit through an exit if there was one. Her mind slipped from focus, she became less worried about staying quiet and more thoughtful about who the canine might be.

Caught off guard, Marzia heard a light thud. Her head turned to face the direction from which the barely audible sound came from. Ears erect, she let her attention focus there. It seemed to come from what was known as a 'stall'. The she-wolf recently added that word to her English vocabulary. It belonged to a group of the few she knew.

Then, out from the shadows came a figure. He seemed to glide over the floor. A cunning, devilish grin was slung upon his face. Marzia's eyes narrowed along with her brows that furrowed. In size, he was shorter than her, luckily. If a fight broke out, Marzia could handle it. But what she was really worried about was if he got the wrong idea. She wasn't going to be taken advantage of, not today. She stared him down, watching every detail that made him up carefully. His jaws opened, letting out suave vocals that would have others swooning. Fortunately, Marzia perceived little words. She believed he was asking if she was lost. "Io non sono perduto. Stavo solo cercando di ripararsi dalla pioggia e mi sembrava di avere inciampato su il tuo ... den è?" [I'm not lost. I was just trying to find shelter from the rain and I seemed to have stumbled upon your ... den is it?] She spoke with a foreign tongue, letting out loose words the poured from her maw like a swift waterfall. She didn't even realize she was speaking in her native language. The brute in front of her would probably sit there dumbfounded, for her words would go right over his obsidian furred head. She noticed his tail raising higher, was this a dog's way of showing dominance? Marzia crinkled her nose in thought and then straightened her posture even more, so she appeared higher. Maybe her dignified poise would make this male back off.

That was until he stepped forwards, eyes prying into her soul. Marzia met him with a dark stare, a warning stare. Her body was tense and her jaw held slightly open, in case she need to use her fangs quickly. Didn't this boy see she was not in the mood to play games tonight? Not on the night of bad omens.

A sharp bark rose into the night. It pained her ears to hear it, like the thunder booming outside. Her head wad beginning to ache from all the rumbling sounds and the last thing she needed was a loud yip to top it off. Letting her eyes slip from the bold beast to the newcomer, she let a surprised look pass across her face. This dog looked rather normal, wheaten fur, lanky structure, and flopped ears. But as the she-wolf let her eyes absorb all the details, her orbs detected something rather strange. A string of fur ran across her spine, backwards. What a strange thing. Cocking her head slightly, Marzia pondered over that before snapping her attention back to the brute. He spoke, voice directed to the other femme, but thoughts at her. Marzia just stayed still, like a marble statue, beautiful but still. She hesitated, waiting for either dog to do something first. Finally, she spoke the first English word she had learned. "Hello." The sentence was shot at the newcomer, being a female she was more welcoming than the male.





Word Count 1034 words.
Notes Kill me kill me kill me now! This is not good at all. It is all basic and rambly and stupid and there is not detail at all.
Muse Moderate but falling to dangerously low.
Tune I Can't Be Tamed- Miley Cyrus

[xena9709]

A stocky, medium sized male drew himself out of the shadows of the horse stalls, barely visible from where she stood. His dark coat played tricks on her, blending with the darkness behind. He looked to her and his gaze drew her in. At this unfamiliar feeling her deep hound voice rumbled even louder. He made her uneasy, this male did. Zuri stood up taller as she took another step forward, somewhat aggressively, and looked him directly in his eyes. Her nerves always came out in the worst of ways. Sometimes sheer panic, and other times just as a large unfriendly dog. Her ears pricked up at his words. He had called her pretty. She stayed silent, not knowing whether to trust this male.

She hadn't forgotten that the female was still standing there. She gazed at her intensely. She also made her extremely nervous. She remembered the one night, long ago, that she had been with her human kid in the woods. Fox, coyotes, bobcat, and wolves ran all around their home, and Zuri had been on edge all night, with the child clinging to her collar, terrified of the night sounds. In Zuri's mind, these wild animals had frightened the child, and she bore a solid hate towards almost all of them. Maybe she could change her ways but it would take work. Suddenly, strange words were coming from the femme's jaws. Words that Zuri had never, ever heard in her life before. All the more to make her mind kick back into panic mode. But then, when the wolf turned and looked at her, Zuri saw eyes that reminded her of her mother's. An odd color indeed, but the same nonetheless. Her mind clouded over. Why was this situation so confusing? Her simple minded brain couldn't handle all of this. Then, she heard a beautiful sound. A simple, "Hello." from the female was all it took to bring Zuri back, drawing her back in. Her hyper active mind had slowed down and she finally seemed to come to a decision. She took another couple steps, her long legs taking her along, but this time more towards the wolf. She kept her eyes on the male, still not trusting him. "Hello," she said to her. "I'm Zuri." She had seen the gazes that each of the others had cast at her, and knew it was her ridge that threw them off. It was simply natural for her, something she had been born with. Her insecure little mind always raced with apprehension about other's stares at it, but she was proud of her heritage. Zuri's tail rose slightly from between her muscular hind legs as she realized that at least nobody was running her off yet. Her ears tilted back and a small grin played across her face, but her skimpy hackles were still raised and a growl was always rumbling in her throat. She tried to appear nonchalant, and it wasn't working at all. She must be so confusing to those two canines in front of her. Playful, yet aggressive, shy, and yet bold in her movements, a growl always there, but a grin also. She couldn't make up her mind with this excitement.

(omfg this sucks you guys shut up about your sucky posts xD)

[seriously]

<sub>So far the day had been long, dragging on forever and ever with no end to the boredom that surrounded the young ivory female who now scowered the land for shelter as chilly droplets of water fell from the dark clouds gathering above. Obviously the storm was only beginning to stir compared to what was coming her way, in the distance skies were black and trees were swaying like giant dancers with the wind. Perhaps it would have been reasonable to consider the weather before wandering away from pack territory, or home as some would call it, not that it was well fit for the name. Mafia land was nothing but a wreck with Ryland's offspring running a muck, it was amazing how few of the seemingly hundreds of children resembled their father in even the slightest of characteristics, sad almost. Most of them took after their mothers, or even a mix of both parents, but none were a spitting image. However, Malo wasn't quite the man whore. In fact, he was perfect, it's the german shepherd's genes that fabricated the appearance of his offspring, particularly Sir since she was an exact replica of the shepherd if it weren't for the stunning blue eyes. Completely ignoring the rain sliding down her thick pelt as her paws fluttered quickly over the muddy road towards the buildings in the distance, only slightly quickening her pace from the walk she had remained for the longest distance of the path. As far as weather was concerned, the independent vixen was not concerned, shelter was not far from her current location. Being able to know the surrounding areas was something she taught herself at a incredibly young age, mostly just by exploring and remembering where she was, which wasn't too incredibly hard in the opinion of a secret nerd.

Swiveling her highly sensitive audits in just the right position in order to get a full sense of what was coming and zoning in on what she was dreading, the social interaction of canines. Plural, which meant there was more than one for her to deal with which was always a gamble knowing that she could only defend herself from one, possibly two depending on size and strength. This fact worried her at the least, though it did enlighten her a bit to know the sound of battle was lacking in the outskirts ranch. Letting out a heavy sigh before turning from the dirt road and slipping under the broken picket fence, shaking off the paint chips that had drifted into the bushy grass with the weather and time. Plowing through the field of weeds and grasses, keeping her chin raised and ice cold voids scanning the area around her as the actual ranch began to appear closer and closer as the gap began to close and the swift sound of breathing grew louder, nearly as loud as the thunder clapping around them, gathering the attention of no one and not breaking the focus for even a millisecond. Cocking her cranium as the gears in her brain worked to develop a plan, making a decision of whether to stay and wait out the storm outside, or risk going indoors. Mother nature answered the practically rhetorical question for Sirah as liquid began to pour from the sky, lightning striking the ground in multiple places with the force of a million bulls. Grumbling as she made the massive leap onto the porch, shaking the remnants of the storm from her alabaster coat before walking inside only to realize that the presence of others was just as vacant as the house itself.

Though she did discover that lack of contact towards others could drive one insane, therefore a bit of small talk would most definitely not hurt anything. Hence her one and only reason for galloping towards the stables, only slowing to flatten low to the ground until the grass tickled against the tense muscles of her stomach, there was no harm in checking for danger before entering. Scoping as the two canines appeared to have a 'conversation' though not much of it really made sense, it seemed more forced and pirated than anything. Tell tale lies of a male flirting his way into the heart of a female only to bury himself in her pants, speaking metaphorically of course. If only her genetics had come with a more fortunate, darker shade so it wouldn't stand out like a sore thumb, not that they were really interested in her, for now another had joined the group and everything seemed to be alright...everyone just seemed to be strangers looking for a bit of shelter for the night. Gently padding under the roofing of the stables to rid herself of the sky water before walking in, immediately hopping onto a mound of golden hay and tightly curling her tail around her. "Hello ladies," nodding to both of the females before slightly narrowing both sparkling orbs at the ebony male with a grin, he must have been in heaven with three females all to himself ",gentleman. Lovely storm we're having, eh?" Cocking her head to the right and raising her chin ever so slightly. It was going to be a long night, that was for sure.

Amount: 875
Notes: This is crappy but hey, it's the best your gonna get at midnight c;
Muse: Good.
Tune: Silence.
Tags: Brave ; Kyoto | Silver ; Marzia | Xena ; Zuri</sub>

[Brave]

Kyoto had never considered himself a mind reader. In fact, the beast knew he wasn't a mind reader. So it was easy say he didn't exactly know why the wolfish figure wanted to play games with his mind in her tongue-twisting language. The male growled, not as a threat but merely out of frustration, as he looked at her lowering her head. Dang, she was scary. Fighting the chill that would run down his spin if he'd let it, the dog puffed up his chest higher and continued on, "Is that supposed to mean something, sweetheart?" Since he found no response from the beautiful creature, he twisted his tail, his mind wandering back to his circus days. What had Nevula said to that one customer lady who hadn't spoken English? It was on the tip of his tongue, he just couldn't name it.... And then it came to him, "¿Hablas Inglés?" The male didn't want to boast, but he was somewhat proud he had remembered that considering he was highly distracted by Nova that day. Ah, beautiful Nova. But the male shook it off, knowing that was a memory better left for another day.

Just as the beast had spoken the wolfish doll if she'd spoken English, she said the simple word of "Hello" to the other female who, soon after, introduced herself as Zuri. Well, things definitely weren't working out in Kyoto's favor. In fact, he'd grown accustomed to having the conversation revolve around him, but this was different. If he wasn't being mistaken, the ladies seemed to be excluding him like he was the ugly duckling out or something. Though he had to admit it wasn't the best of feelings, he would also admit he wasn't going to let himself be excluded. "Your name suits you, Zuri. You can call me Ky: short for Kyoto." he spoke, resisting the urge to add on another nickname. He couldn't help but feel the nicknames were doing him more harm than they were worth. Twisting his tail with boredom, the male's haunches found their way to the hay covered, creaky floor boards: something that must have been temporary until the humans were able to fill in the base with concrete. That was, of course, before the human race decided to up and leave the dogs of the town to their own devices.

Allowing his dark colored eyes to wander the room once more, he found nothing of particular interest to focus his gaze on, so he turned back to the ladies, taking another look at them as if to size up an opponent. The wolfish creature was most likely the prettiest wolf Ky had ever seen; not that he had seen a lot of wolves. In fact, she was his first wolf, but that didn't mean he didn't know what she was. He had seen a wolf or two around to circus, he'd just never found interest in talking to them since his life had been content at the time. The female stood with a proud stance, almost like an Amazonian warrior woman, and her body was built on tall legs with erect ears, a solid black nose and lips, and a log tail that ran down to about heel length, though the tip was a little longer. Her fur was a confusing mix of different colored hair strands: brown, red, black, cream, and Ky thought he may have even seen a little white on her somewhere. It all somehow came together, though, to make for quite the sight. And her eyes were that same strange yellow that pierced through your skull almost parallel to the way a mind reader would. The male almost couldn't help but to wonder what exotic name this female would have: Amazon, Talia, Talon, maybe even something wilder like Maeve. (Mave)

The beast turned away from the wolf, almost feeling suffocated by the amount of attention he had given to the female. This time, he turned to Zuri herself. She was a gorgeous specimen of the canine race. In fact, though she and the wolf were much different, he would be bold enough to say she was prettier than the wolf in the only way he could possibly explain it: she was a dog. She was light in coloring with a beautiful silhouette. He had an athletic body and was obviously bred to be a hunting dog. She looked like she could endure running for miles and still not be tired, too. Zuri's legs and tail were long and slim and her chest curved up into a nice waist. Her ears flopped and she had a black nose same as the wolf. And her fur was closely cropped like a tight fitting shirt; colored in light tans with some darker shades in the patch of fur that ran along her spine as well as on her ears and tail. And her own eyes were a light yellowish-tan color that Kyoto couldn't help but think tied together the whole look.

Kyoto had finally finished his examination of the ladies for the night when, yet again, another female burst through the large gape that used to be where the door sat. His ears flickered with slight annoyance at the fact that these females seemed to always ignore the scent of a territory marker. The male glanced at her, forgiving her since she was so pretty; obviously a pup born into Saddle Creek recently because of how young she looked. Her fur was pure white and it stood on end constantly like a cat in a room full of dogs. She had a lot more fur than Zuri, but the wolf still had her beat in that category. Her eyes were quite beautiful, though. One of them was a pure, icy blue while the other was blue and brown split unevenly, but still balanced in a way. The female had erect ears that sat on top of her head perfectly tri-angular, a long full tail complete with a lot of feathering, and she had relatively long legs, though she was still a bit shorter than both the other females. Right around Kyoto's height.

"Hello ladies, gentleman. Lovely storm we're having, eh?" her voice was mesmerizing, mixing his thoughts around in his head as he watched her walk across the room. Finally, he'd found the perfect little puppet to play with. Now all he needed to do was attach the strings that would control her limbs only to later cut them down. Glancing around the circle of ladies, the mutt changed his mind. He wouldn't have one perfect play toy. He'd have three; and nothing was going to stop him from getting his way.

A mischievous grin played with his lips at the site of the white mutt's own grin. "I'm not sure if lovely is the right word, but welcome to the party, sweetheart." he said plain and simple, putting every ounce of charm he had into the tone of his voice, his tail twisting with amusement.

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[»??lver]

Maybe this wasn't the best scenario for the foreign canid, seeing that she was outnumbered and was almost incapable to communicate to them and even if she did, would these dogs even listen? But silly her, she was already thinking about a fight, for she needed to be ready if friction sparked one. This male, black fur almost melting into the shadows, there was something about him that itched at Marzia's brain. He seemed different then most other dogs, but she knew he'd act like any other low life out there. But still, she felt uneasy around him even if it didn't show. Her heart was racing, barely a pause between each beat. The storm was one thing, the male was another, and the fact that she was out of her element scared her the most. But the brave she-wolf forced herself to contain those fears, it would be a disadvantage to let others see it. How did this even happen? Her only three fears all together at one time.

Taking her mind's focus from the imaginary to reality, she let her yellow eyes rest upon the long furred black brute again. Her eyes pierced past the covering of his chest that was puffed out and the tail that was held high. Did she scare him? Marzia suppressed a chuckle and watched as he let a frustrated growl slip out. That's right.... the's foreigners did not speak her tongue, they couldn't recognize her words. The same went for her, the polychrome pelted canine stared in silence as the brute spoke again. Few to no words she understood so she could answer to him this time. He seemed to ponder over her silence. She watched him think, gears turning in his head as if to dig out a long dead memory. Then, this time he spoke again, and Marzia stiffened in shock. Did he just say what she thought? Or had her brain made it that way? No no, she swore his baritone vocals spoke words from a language other than English. Never had she met someone here who spoke a tongue other then the blasted English. Eyes brightening, like a soft light rather than the blazing fire before, Marzia replied. Her mood was brightened because he spoke in another language, but not hers. She recalled a wolf who had been released into her packlands by humans. He spoke whatever this dog spoke. Marzia tried to remember the name. It started with an 'S'. "Mi dispiace, non capisco le tue parole. Sono estraneo a me.[I'm sorry, I do not understand your words. They are foreign to me.]" No, no, no. That wouldn't help anything at all. Sighing in frustration, Marzia pulled out the words deep from her mind, praying they would make sense. "Me... speak... no... much... English." Her tongue stumbled to get the sound out, trying to speak that language was like trying to talk with a mouth full of squirrel. Still, her vocals were coated in that thick beautiful accent.

Then, Marzia turned to the female, just in time to hear her reply. At least she could actually make out what she was trying to say. The wheaten furred femme's face appeared more confusing to Marzia than her backwards fur stripe. Very confusing, indeed. Her face showed both excitement and fear. He hackles were raised and she was letting a growl slip out... but at the same time she almost looked happy. Marzia shook her ashen and cream head before opening her jaws in reply. "Marzia." She didn't bother to say anything else, just her name. That would be enough and she was sure of it. The Zuri dog stepped closer, more in her direction. Marzia gave her a cautious stare, but soon let it melt away.

Something felt strange to Marzia. She was more comfortable around the female named Zuri, but the male was someone she'd rather give her attention to. Maybe it was time to actually talk to him. Her past experience made her shut herself off from males, a safeguard, but now she kind of wanted to speak to him for he was a mystery worth solving. That didn't mean she wanted something more. She just wished to talk to him. That Zuri was nice, a little strange, but nice. The male reminded her of a devil in disguise and she wanted to see if that was true. She'd have to let her guard down and play this game. Make him think he's got her but toss him to the curb. Let him try to seduce her and play along until she can push him down while he isn't looking. That is, figuratively. He named Kyoto, or at least that's what she believed.

Just as she thought her mind wrapped around the situation at hand, another canine streaked into the barn. She appeared as lightning itself, moving quickly with white fur that was like a flash in the night. Marzia kept a close eye on her, fur bristling. She let her bottom jaw lower so she could show her sharp fangs. She might as well leave before the whole wilderness stops by for a visit. What was with these dogs? The white femme spoke out, Marzia kept quiet as expected. This was going to be long night. The Eurasian wolf sighed and gazed off into the shadows.




Word Count 910 words.
Notes I dragged myself through this.
Muse Moderate but falling to dangerously low.
Tune You and Your Hand- P!nk

[xena9709]

This was hurting Zuri's brain. She was actually a smart dog, but she had her stupid moments too, and this excitement was getting to her. So many new dogs and new things going on she just couldn't take it. She was starting to realize that things weren't necessarily terrible yet and it was making her feel a little bit better, when suddenly a snowy white dog burst in through the door. She was beautiful, quite striking actually, but smaller than Zuri. She hardly said a word to anybody and made her way straight into one of the old stalls, as though she owned the place. How rude was that. Was this really her home? She wondered, because this certainly wasn't a situation to be barging in on. The tension in the room was palpable. Three females in an area such as this was bound to lead to some kind of problems, and with this Kyoto guy thrown in, she was afraid the peace might not last long. However, he seemed nice enough to her, maybe she would just keep an eye on him quietly. Her hackles slowly lowered, returning her coat around her shoulders and ridge to it's normal golden tan coat. Her growl also started to die down, now that she realized nobody was going to attack her at this exact moment. She still held a funny stance, half dominant and aggressive and half submissive, but that was entirely normal, she was a very undecided dog.

Zuri padded over the last few steps to the large female and Ky. She listened and her ears perked up, making heer forehead wrinkle in thought. The femme said her name was Marzia. What a pretty name, and it seemed to suit her well. As for Kyoto, it was an odd name and she had no idea what it meant. She studied him more and then shook herself of the rain drops that had settled on her finally. Her ears flapped loudly against her solid head and the little drops flung everywhere like little dew drops. It was just the thing to make her relax finally and her muscles loosened their hold.
"So...what are we all going to do here now? This rain isn't going to stop anytime soon and I don't plan on being bored all night." The rain had settled from a downpour to a steady pitter patter shower, one that would sustain itself throughout the night most likely.

Zuri was not a dog to ever sit down and rest, she had to be moving, had to be thinking, and had to be having fun. This was not her idea of fun. She had little chit chat unless it involved fun talk. Enough of this silly introduction stuff. She raised her nose into the air and smelled many rats and mice, but she was disinterested in them. They were boring to chase, just little slow fuzzballs. Her favorite was rabbit, or fox, or something along those lines. Something fast and cunning like her. Her ancestors had been bred in Africa to help hunters keep lions at bay until they could arrive. It seemed like an exciting job for her, but she had had to settle for less. Oh well, at least she could still amuse herself with little animals. She looked up again at the two canines who stood facing one another. The wolf was still on her toes and looked ready for a fight if need be, but she was at least trying to talk. Zuri sighed and rested her head on the old musty hay bales stacked beside her.