With Our Backs to the Wall [OPEN]

[Chestnut]

At a month old, Hugh shouldn't be free to wonder about like he owned the place, no, he should be within the secure borders his mother had created for them. But Hugh was an adventurer, the need to explore and satisfy his curiosity was overwhelming to the brink of insanity. He was driving him and his siblings insane by constant nagging when their mother was out hunting and the like. When he was home, he'd often follow his sisters around and bug them into playing with him, pretty half-ass playing if you asked him. His brother simply ignored him while Hugh tried to convince them to partake in "dangerous missions", he liked to call them. But his siblings rolled their eyes and shooed him, leaving their youngest sibling to entertain himself when he became antsy for trouble.

So here he was, a small, ambitious splotched pup traveling down the dirt road, his perked ears listening to every little sound, but not focusing on one thing long enough to actually make out what it was. His short attention span-that came with his young age- was too riled up with all the new scents and sights around him. His small tail waved like a banner, a white fluffy thing that wagged with happiness and anticipation.

His mother warned him that his impulsiveness was going to be his worst enemy, having observed him get himself stuck in impossible places and nearly kill himself one too many times. If she knew he was out here, he'd lost his head for sure. His mother was protective, but understood a pup's need to explore and be themselves, but with Hugh, himself was not the wisest of characters.

His thoughts stopped when he spotted something colorful out of the corner of his eyes. Turning sharply, Hugh spotted a monarch amongst the overgrown, dried grass. His small tongue lolling out, Hugh yipped, still unsure on how hunting worked. He bounced into the grass, chasing after the butterfly that had soared off. Hugh's sky blue eyes traveled over the blue of the sky above. The butterfly was lost to him, a speck in the distance Hugh could not see.

Grumbling in annoyance, Hugh huffed. Shaking his head and snapping at nothing. He stared off into the distance, his mind beginning to once again wonder on what was out there for him to discover. In his aloofness, a large shadow casted over him, making his small frame look even smaller in comparison. His eyes widened, Hugh took a deep breath and slowly turned.



NOTES: it sucks
TAG: anyone
MUSE: eehh

[s p e l l]

There was a barely audible rhythmic click-and-thud of paws (under a body of some weight) on pavement.  Leo kept his eyes down, looking at the weaving fissures under his feet with no great interest.  The road seemed, to him, to be a glorified deer trail--not even properly paved like some of the roads in the big city, this one as merely a strip roasted into disrepair by the summer sun and left cool and desolate in the winter.  Like now.  The temperature was beginning to drop, and the resultant lack of hunting was what had sent Leo out to the edges of the smaller town of Saddle Creek, in search of more wildlife.  And less competition.  Not only were the streets distinctly less likely to harbour prey, but they were also teeming with dogs and Corleone had no desire to dandy with that.

Not that he'd had much luck with this strip of barren grass and asphalt just yet, but hey.  That was it.  Just hey.  He'd have to have luck somewhere and if it wasn't here, so be it.  Leo would just keep walking until he did find somewhere that could sustain him.  It was the thought of food on his mind (and the potential trek ahead of him) that consumed his thoughts when he heard the first sounds of movement in the crackling grass.  Leo cocked a skewed ear in the direction of the sound, suddenly hopeful that he may have found something worth eating.  By the sound, it was smaller than Leo himself but more than large enough to be a meal.  He lowered his head--a stance that was a tribute to his herding ancestors--and prowled to the edge of the road, ears still trained for any sound of movement.

The cold winter sun at his back, Leo knew his shadow would give him away before he'd had a good look at whatever was lurking in the grass, so he was prepared to leap.  However, he had the good sense to draw a deep breath before he did and so doing sighed in frustration.  He recognized the scent immediately, of course.  A dog.  Here he was, out on the road, hunting a... puppy.  He stood up fully, his head rising well above the grass and his shadow covering the strange youngster in front of him.  He watched carefully as the little dog turned to face him, apprehension pretty clear on his face.  Although Leo understood the humour of the situation, his face was pretty stern in his frustration.  He was more upset with himself than anything else.

"I cannot believe this."  He shook his head disparagingly, those flyaway ears slapping his head as he did so.  "Well.  Hello to you.  Hope you're having better luck with your hunting expedition than I am."  This last with a sarcastic twist.

DEDICATION: chestnut with hugh !
WORD COUNT: 471 !
COMMENTARY: hello!  i hope Leo is okay!  also holy sh*t i'm so sorry i have no idea what i was doing here.

[mayday<3]

It was a cool autumn day, one that if you were not careful would get deep instead of your bones, sending chills down your spine. A small creature walked slowly through the thick grass, its smooth surface scrapped underneath her belly, sending a tickling sensation down her body, putting a rare smile across her face. It has been awhile since a smile grew across the female’s maw, she had nothing to live for anymore. Her royalty was nothing anymore, it wasn’t valid, and this bothered the mafian princess. She missed her father and her sister. She missed her pack, and the safety she felt within in. She missed her old life, and the reality of it all, it would never be back to normal. Now in others eyes, she was just another mutt on the streets, instead of the princess that she truly was. But, appearance wise, the husky mix had left herself go. Her fur was matted, twisted with dirt and old clumps of hair that hung off her skinny frame. Since the death of her family and kingdom, hunger became as much as a memory as her beloved father. It seemed as though she couldn’t remember the last time she had ate a nutritious meal, rather than the remains of some carcass on the side of the road.

It was a culture change as well, Callie wasn’t taught how to hunt, how to fight, how to protect herself. She was taught how to be a proper mafian heir, and with that came dignity and properness. She was taught how to speak in a soft, loving voice, and to never raise it, no matter what the circumstance. She was taught how to be a lady, more so than how to be a mother, taught to be a queen, more so than a princess. She knew that she got more lessons than majority of her sisters, but she also knew that she was born to be the true mafian female heir. Ryland raised the small female to be completely dependant on the pack. He never taught her about the world outside the Bradshaw house, and before his death, the cane corso mix barely even left the territory of the mafia. But, Ryland also taught the tiny female to never give up, and though great depression washed over the sable and white girl, she still trotted on, moving from one place to the next.

Coming to the road, the princess breathed in softly, picking up two fresh scents of male testosterone. Chewing on her lip, Callie quickly debated whether to keep walking or join the two males on what seemed to be some sort of hunting expedition. Perhaps it was a father and a son, teaching the next generation to be depending on himself instead of others, but from the coat colors and the fragrance that came off the two, there was no match in relations. Rolling bi-cameral eyes, the princess shook herself, sending clumps of lose fur into the wind. Taking in a deep breath, the female prepared herself to enter the world of the other dogs. It seemed to be forever since she talked to anyone besides Baron or Benito, and the refreshing sound of others voices would probably help sooth the pain that hid deep within the body of the husky. Hunting expedition? Can I join? Callie’s sweet voice appeared out of the atmosphere of manly expression. She walked up to the older male, giving him a slight smile, as her eyes laid upon the small black and white pup. Questioning him, she scanned the area around them. Where is your mother, young one? She asked, concern took over the emotion in her question, as it was apparent by the dark shadowing in her light hue orbs.

AMOUNT; six-two-nine
NOTES; hope it's okay that i joined in!
MUSE; high
TUNE; odd future
LYRICS; n/a
TAGS; hugh&&chestnut && corleone&&spell

[Chestnut]

Hugh glanced over the male standing above him, he took in his short, brown merle coat and amber eyes that showed his disbelief that Hugh was out alone, and at such a young age. The tall stranger, however, didn't intimidate him with his size, no, Niamh was one of the biggest dogs Hugh had ever seen that roamed amongst the foliage of this deserted town. One might roll their eyes at the thought, how could Hugh speak from experience? He was a month old! But this wasn't Hugh's first adventure. He had been causing trouble the minute he opened his eyes, I cannot believe this The male shook his head, his floppy ears bouncing around his rounded face, Well. Hello to you. Hope you're having better luck with your hunting expedition than I am Hugh looked at the dog as if he were an idiot, "Hunting? I'm not hunting! I'm exploring!" He corrected, turning fully around, his blue eyes challenging the adolescent. It was a stupid thing to get upset about, but at his young age, he'd wail at anything.... not that he'd ever admit that.

Hunting expedition? Can I join? Hugh turned towards the newcomer, a female with thicker fur that was in terrible condition, so much so Hugh cringed just by looking at the cocktail of unkempt colors flying in every direction. But at her question, Hugh wanted to stick his tongue out and exclaim, no girls allowed! He'd had enough of girls and their cooties from his sisters! Where is your mother, young one? Hugh scoffed, now turning his full attention that couldn't keep up with two dogs and all their questions to her. Didn't she see how big he was getting? He had grown nearly two inches this past few weeks! And if his paws were any indication, bigger then his entire face, he was going to get a whole lot bigger, "At home with my sisters and brother, I'm big enough to go out on my own!" He exclaimed, puffing out his fluffy chest. He was the biggest of all his siblings! His mother told him so, often calling him endearing pet names that related to his taller stature compared to his siblings. He glanced between the two, eyeing them, his tiny tail stood straight, trying to display dominance.




NOTES: yay peeps!
TAG: anyone
MUSE: eehh