Sound of Madness-Tara and/or Blake

[.:Desired:.]

It was midnight. The moon was as high in the sky, full and bright. The Hermaeous Mora pack lands were fitting for them. Tall and treacherous mountains surrounded the brute. He trotted on the red ground, half sideways because of the slope. The very few trees that surrounded him were sparse, warning of winter.

The stars were shining bright. Adar wondered at how bright they were. He felt closer to the sky up here. So he liked it. The mountains reminded him of something that tickled at the edge of his memory. He didn’t remember having been in them before, but as his muscles fought to keep himself on the mountain ledge that led out of his cave, it felt right.

But, of course, no one else was to know that he made the mountainside his home. Tara and Blake had ordered him to stay hidden. Adar was surprisingly good at it. He had become nocturnal, sleeping in a cave at the bottom of the mine during the day and emerging for the hunt when the moon shone the brightest.

Heavy padded paws sunk down into the earth silently as the Beauceron brute carried himself through the pack lands. He hadn’t met anyone of the pack, besides the siblings that ruled it. He respected them and was their soldier. He rambled onwards, shoulders rolling and head low as his snout snuffled things out. He hadn’t met anyone else that was part of the pack. Of course, he was glad for that. He was solitary and had only one focus. Serve Tara and Blake.

They were, after all, the only two that accepted him. They hadn’t cared that he hadn’t known more than his name and that four years ago he awoke with no memory. They accepted that he was made to fight, thick-bodied and fearless, and molded that into something worthwhile. They had taken him in when no one else in the city had.

In his fractured mind, that meant he owed the siblings his life. Whatever they said he would do.

He ghosted over the pack boundary, emerging close to the Old Mine. He loitered around outside, sniffing to see if it was occupied. Now that the weather was cooling down, he didn’t have to worry. Most dogs veered away from it. They didn’t need it for protection from the sun anymore.

He entered the meeting place. Tara had established it a long time ago. Three weeks or more, he couldn’t remember. But he had done as she had said. He had melted into the cracks of the land, strengthening himself. He was the perfect specimen of his breed now, seventy centimeters at his shoulder with a barrel chest and powerful shoulders. He was intimidating to say the least. His ears were erect, except for the left one. It was slightly off-kilter where the skin from his scar pushed it aside. It was a large linear patch of silver gray skin off center of his head, over his left eye. He didn’t know where he had gotten it, but the evidence that a dog had done it was there. It made plenty wonder how he had survived and just what had happened to the one that had done it.

But he was waiting on commands from two siblings. He sat down on his haunches, at attention and stared at the opening of the cave.
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Words: 565
Notes:GUESS WHO IS BACK!
Muse: Good
Tune: None
Tag:Tundra with Tara; and/or Silver with Blake;

[Tundra ?]

The nights drew darker. Time got smaller. Air grew thinner. Ahh. It must be winter. Tara's favorite time of year. She couldn't wait to get her paws on the Mafia land, on their leader for that sake. She was so ready, so ready to finally, once and for all kick and take what was rightfully theirs. Tara and Blake; in Tara's opinion, should rule Saddle Creek, and the pathetic canines dwelling in it, just sucking for life at their paws. The only dogs Tara knew we're her loyal followers; the only decent dogs there were according to her. And she knew they would lay down their lives for what they believed in and served. And that's all she wanted from them. Friends? You could say that. Even though neither of them could really feel emotions, they did know the basics. They weren't robots. They most certainly did have emotions and feelings... Just not as expressed and vibrant as most. Tara was glad when she found someone perfect for her most devious job yet in the pack. This was bad ass.


Whomever Tara chose, Tara got. Everyone was pleased with where they were. If they weren't, they would be given a chance to prove themselves to the leaders, and would most definitely be banished it they continued to show no pleasure that they were even accepted into Hermeaous Mora ranks. Those mutts were not dealt with mercy. Oh, they got what they wanted. Attention. And pain. While she lead he dream pack, she had her outsiders always helping. Blake, who was never far from Tara's side, was her main man. Even though she didn't have her head hunter yet; she knew there would be special plans for that male or female when he or she came along, they would be completely different than the rest, always alert and ready to save the alphaeass or alpha. Tara planned on saving her butt too, she was no wimp who expected work to get done without her. She was her main center. Who had one goal.

Midnight was fast upon them, and Tara was missing Blake. He had disappeared while Tara was distracted with another pack matter, but she couldn't seem to locate him. She had a feeling he was just relaxing or taking a walk, but she would have his butt. As she quietly made her shadowy figure disappear behind the mountain meeting place where her pack was kept, her cave a little higher than the rest to keep watch; her warrior always on guard. Tara had eyes everywhere. And tonight, after her main lack meeting, she slunk away to go meet with the other member of her pack. Her spy, socially suicide for some, but he did his job so perfect even Tara couldn't spot a flaw with his work. She granted his wish correctly. As her paws led her to their deserted meeting place, the tri colored Aussie paused, making sure no one was peering in or watching her as she approached the old shaft. It was a deserted half blown up cave that was of no use; and quite frankly off limits to the rest of the pack. As she approached, her stance grew and alertness of dominance towered anyone in her path. Mess with her if you dare. Her nose caught the uplift of a familiar scent, Adar, the beauceron male who was just as pure as she. A little mental, but he was loved and accepted for his flaws on his inner core. So were Tara and Blake. They were special. For a reason. She smiled her snicker smile, a low rumble escaping her lower aurora I cords as she kept her eye on him as she entered. Blake was not here. She growled to herself, eyes flashing at her brothers lack of time. "You have done very well, friend. Unlike my brother; at this time. We are very pleased."


"OOC notes:
Sorry this took so long D:

[.:Desired:.]

There was something about belonging again that made Adar feel strong. As he sat in the back of the cave, morose and stoic, the strange emotion washed over him. He wasn’t wandering around without knowing who he was nor was he with someone trying to tell him things he couldn’t remember. He was Adar, assassin for the Hermaeous Mora pack. A loner no one knew about, waiting and prowling.

He couldn’t wait to prove himself. It was something inherent in the brute, to repay back everything that had been done for him. Adar had wandered into Saddle Creek with bloody paws and an addled brain. He had been running from something he couldn’t remember. Until Tara had offered him a place in her and her brothers’ pack. He wasn’t sure what to think of Blake, but he was Tara’s brother and Adar’s leader so he owed both of them for giving him a place in life.

The soldier stood waiting, amber eyes flickering over the mouth of the cave, though the rest of his body was stone-still. He tried not to remember that he didn’t know a lot of things. He wasn’t sure how old he was, who his parents had been. Nothing was concrete expect for three years ago. Nothing poked through but amber eyes and songs that meant nothing to him.

He sunk down to his belly, heavy-set jaw clonking onto thick paws. His voice rumbled out low in the moonlight, scratchy and baritone from lack of use. Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath, as we stand by the mystical stream. In the valley and by the dark river of death, and yet 'tis no more than a dream.” His heavy southern accent twisted the words until the sounded right, warbled and low, with strange liltings in the syllables one picked up from the hills and hollers.

That’s when he smelled her. Strong and warm, like some sort of spice or death. Like a poison too sweet to resist. He slid onto his haunches as Tara entered. She was much smaller than him, but nimble and very feminine. His amber eyes looked her over, both to make sure she was okay and to appreciate the way she looked as she moved closer.

He dipped his head, blockade dipping and then coming to a stand-still as a perfect soldier. Her growl echoed throughout the cave. His ears flickered only a moment, trying to figure out what was upsetting her. But then she spoke. He nodded again, a smile didn’t appear on his face but alighted in his eyes. He thought it was odd to see the siblings separated, since they always seemed to travel together.

He ducked his head as he spoke again, “Thank you, Tara. I’m glad you’re pleased.”

In fact, the anti-social brute even wiggled his tail a bit. He wasn’t sure why, but he liked pleasing. Especially when the canine was one so perfect as she was. He wondered what she wanted him to do this time. He knew he wasn’t like the other dogs. He was a well-kept secret and it pleased him immensely to be so important. He’d never had a job so special before.
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Words: 535
Notes:I feel like that rambled, but I’m getting back into the swing of things, so there you go.
Muse: Good
Tune: None
Tag:Tundra with Tara; and/or Silver with Blake;