forever gone (xena)

[mayday<3]

So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games

A cool spring breeze came over the land, washing away the scents that covered the grounds. With the wind, carried fresh scent of blooming flowers, budding trees and the smell of new birth. Sunlight shined with a milky coloration, sending rays of warmth to thaw out the frozen ground and heat up the cold atmosphere. Breathing out, a small female walked slowly, her head was lowered, nearly touching the ground. She moved in a sluggish sort of way, and the way her body swayed told that she was tired and nearly defeated. Stopping in mid paw step, the female picked up her head quickly, eyes darting from side to side, scanning the area for anyone else besides her. Bi-cameral eyes dropped once they recognized that she was alone, and a sense of relief washed over the small husky female. Folding her hunches, the female sat down under a cherry tree. It’s leaves branched out pink and purple flowers, and gave off an elegant fragrance that soaked up in Callie’s thick fur and in each breath she took, soothed her anxiety.

As she sat, the female shuffled her paws, bored, tired, hungry and a little depressed, the lone vixen looked around. The fruit fields seemed beautiful right now, with the blooming of all the trees and plants that were in the meadows. The way the sun shined over the land, it seemed as if God himself placed his hand over the yard, lightning up the area with a golden pastel radiance. In all her years, of what now seemed to be around three, she has never visited this beautiful garden. A guilty pleasure washed over Callie like a wet cloth over hot skin. She sighed for relaxation, and she was glad that she followed her father’s rules so much to where experiencing new things that Callie knew he himself saw, made witnessing the new knowledge much more sentimental. She was viewing the same plants, trees and landscape that Ryland once looked upon, and with this theory in her mind, gave Callie a sense of hope that she long had lost.

Thinking back, everything has changed so much. A life of solitude, freedom and vulnerability. She missed the way her father raised her, it was comfortable and secure for the small girl. Every girl wanted to be taken cared of, and with her father alive, and the pack in member, she was taken cared of as Princess. Deep down in her heart, the little 30 pound brown dog was still a princess, the roots of royalty dug deep within her soul, and the girl wasn’t letting go any time soon. She sat quietly, baking in the warm sunlight, as the thought of her ghostly father shadowed in her memory.
AMOUNT; four-five-seven
NOTES; Ehh. haven't played her in awhile... kinda rusty. it'll get better<3
MUSE; medium low
TUNE; papa roach
LYRICS; Pardon me - Incubus
TAGS; Bently&&Xena

[xena9709]

Two birds were fluttering around in a bush full of fruit in front of the red and white Brittany. His golden brown eyes were locked onto them, and the look on his face was intense. Bentley was fixated on these birds, it was what he was bred for, and he knew it. The instinct was engrained deep into his brain and he couldn't shake it.

Suddenly they flew away in a huge rush of feathers. Bentley made a half hearted attempt to chase them, but within seconds, his feet slowed and he sat down and looked around. The sun was shining beautifully, and warming his relatively thick coat. It was irritating him, the way the whole world seemed happy. He was alone, something that the social, friendly, happy-go-lucky male was extremely upset about. He was bored and needed somebody to play with. His behavior was difficult to figure out. He was very playful, and puppyish, but when the mood struck him, he could be downright awful. He would refuse to talk for days, for what seemed like no reason. He was such a moody dog it was almost funny. These bad days rarely struck him though, and today wouldn't be one. He set off to find a new fun thing to do and trotted off quickly, his springy gait carrying him.

It wasn't long before a new scent caught his attention. Bentley changed his way, and started following her. It was a female, and she was alone. Who knew, maybe she would play with him or talk. His stubby red and white tail wiggled happily back and forth at the prospect of a new friend. His trot turned into a full out run, and being his usual friendly self he blasted into the next row of trees. He slowed when he saw the little brown dog in front of him. His refined face formed a smile and he whined. "Hi there," he said to her. "What are you doing out here all alone? I'm Bentley by the way," His sidled a little closer, wondering if she was even going to answer him. Her liquid eyes seemed sad, but tense at the same time. Worried. He wiggled around in a circle, begging to come closer.

(382...really crappy sorry haven't used him before)

[mayday<3]

It seemed that she was only sitting down for a few moments, thick fur baking under the heavy rays of the sun. Shuffling her paws, the female was starting to become antsy, bored with sitting, and looking for interests elsewhere. Scoping the area, her ears perked up as she heard a flock of birds sending out alarming calls. Questioning the birds, the young female stood up, trying to spot where they came from and why they were sending out shocked calls. The fur along her spine started to rise, bristling with adrenaline that was starting to form through her body. Biting her lips, the female’s body tensed up, as she waited for something to come and attack her. She couldn’t fight, she never was taught how to fight, and the pure instinct alone wouldn’t be good enough against an aggressive mongrel. Gulping down pure fear, the tiny brown female started to shake, with the fear of the unknown creeping in her mental thought. She stood straight, head craning back and forth, eyes straining to see her attacker, but her senses weren’t keen enough to pick up movements in the lush fields that the garden held.

Moments quickly passed on, when the sound of footfall began to be heard. Callie’s stomach flipped and flopped, and her throat was starting to become dry and stale. Her fur bristled, sticking up in all different directions, as the sound of the beast came closer. Her body was glued to the ground, legs locked into place, as if she was plastered in stone. Seconds passed slowly, and the one that was coming for her, finally appeared. A medium sized red and white canine appeared. Some sort of springer or spaniel, Callie wasn’t for certain, but with a friendly wag to his tail and soft eyes that showed no fear or aggression in them. Frozen with shock and relief, the princess just stared at him with a blank expression. The fear still lingered in her body, taking hostage of her tongue and nearly every other muscle that she had in her body. But slowly, as his voice carried to her ears, her fur began to lower and the fear that washed over her body and pooled in her eyes, began to fade away.

She looked over the male dog, his white fur being so light compared to the pretty bright red that was in contrast to his body, with his golden brown hinted eyes that shined out from beneath the red and white coat. The blank look that crossed Callie’s face only seconds before, quickly grew into a smile, as her tail returned a happily wag to him. Hel-loo. She spoke in a light, uncertain tone, but one that wanted to be confident, and happy like the sound of his own voice. The care that he took in asking Callie questions, reassured the female that he would be okay, and fearing the medium sized brute would be very, very silly. Taking a deep breath, another smile crossed her face, as confidence crept back into Callie’s essences. I am sorry, Bentley. Your presence was unknown, and spooked me. I am sorry for my unwelcoming behavior, at first. She paused, skimming the male over with her own blue and brown eyes. My name is Callie, please to meet you Bentley. The princess gave the male a quick little bow to her head, as a princess of good manners would do with anyone. Licking her lips, she thought about why she was here, and if and what she should say to her new acquaintance. Well, you see, I’m just trying to remember my father. Callie said quietly, her tone full of pain and sadness.