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Post by Dutchess. on Nov 23, 2010 13:18:31 GMT -5
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D U T C H E S S
It's just you and me,
so give me your best baby.
--------------------------------------- As I looked down at the green, sludgy water; I couldn’t help but think about swimming. I mean, it was a death wish, but I loved water. Sighing to relieve myself, I looked up at the boat next to me. It read, “Timothy Joans II”. I’d heard of this boat, but as I sat at the edge of the wood and looked up at it as it went bobbing with the waves, I had the feeling to explore it.
Exploration was one of my hobbies. They may be rabbits in there, who knows? I rose to my feet and stepped away from the edge, shaking out my fur. Scenting the air was important, so I was going to be sure it was safe before I stepped foot on the deck. The air was clean. Nothing but the cool breeze from the wind was detectable, “Dutch, I’m going to be so mad if you get me in trouble.” I had a tendency to talk to myself, but I rarely did so.
Setting one paw on the ledge of the rail, I slowly pulled all fours over the edge and onto the deck with a plunk. My ears perked. Why was I so cautious? If it was safe, I would usually waltz in. I stuck my nose to the deck, tracing nothing from the cracking wood. It stepped forward, an eerie groan coming from beneath me. It didn’t scare me too much, but I didn’t feel like moving forward.
Thanks to my stubborn nature, though, I stepped forward and, with a loud crack and a yelp from my lips, I was down in the second deck of the ship. I barked, trying to find someone to help. I couldn’t see, though, so for what I knew someone who had bad intentions could be coming my way. “You idiot! Look what you did to yourself!” and growled under my breath. My back paw was shooting sharp pain signals to my brain, so it naturally hurt. Now all I needed for a worse day was someone to come and take me back to their camp as a slave. These were unforgiving times, and I knew that for a fact.
Word Count;; Three hundred sixty-five
Muse Level;; Somewhat high, but not super.
Notes;; N/a
Tags;; Dutch |
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Post by »Dangle The Deviant on Nov 23, 2010 15:07:35 GMT -5
Dangle's paws lightly touched the ground as he made his way along the docks. He'd called a pack gathering and thankfully most of his pack showed up. he was going to have to take some drastic actions if he wanted to make sure that his pack grew. His ice blue eyes were locked a head of him, scanning around for any signs of movement. his nose detected the scent of a female.
She was knew from her scent. Dangle's shoulders and pelvis rolled easily with each step. his tail waved behind him with the motion of his lope. Dangle's lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines and he panted softly.
the summer was here. that meant hot weather. water was essential so he knew the good spots to go and get it, plus hunting was another major factor, which again he knew the right places to go to take his pack to get food. his ebony and tawny fur blended in easily with the shadows.
Dangle's eyes landed on a charcoal black female. he approached her and planted his rump down on the ground, forelegs keeping his upper body erect in front of his chest. he regarded this new female and spoke to her softly.
"Hello. I'm Dangle, owner of these lands. What brings you onto my territory?"" he asked her, keeping his eyes on hers waiting for a response.
Another addition to his pack was good. the more that joined, the merrier. he offered her a friendly smile, but his guard was up. some of the females tended to have alterior motives. he lowered his head a bit so that he was eye level with her as he waited for her to respond |
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Post by Dutchess. on Nov 23, 2010 15:45:20 GMT -5
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D U T C H E S S
It's just you and me,
so give me your best baby.
--------------------------------------- I stared up at the shepherd that just walked up to me. His coat consisted of a golden wheat mixed with a light brown; a gorgeous mixture if you ask me. I looked down at my own coat. It had the looks, but was just a rich charcoal black. If you asked me, I would have swapped coats with him right there and then.
I turned around, crouching down enough so I could get a good leverage. I sprung up and forward, grabbing hold of the above deck. Shaking my pelt of dust, I looked back at him with by brown eyes focusing on his beautiful blue eyes, “Hey. I’m not really doing much. Just wanderin’ around so I won’t be bored most of my day. My name’s Dutchess, nice to meet ya. You can call me Dutch if you preffer.” I gave a wag of my tail and turned my body around so I could face him better.
I had forgotten about the hole completely. Giving him a smile, I went to step forward and landed back in the hole with a groan. I was so stupid. I especially can’t believe I just did that, “Um, sorry ‘bout that. I can be an idiot at times…” I glanced up at his face expression, gaining my balance once again on my feet. I gave up. I didn’t want to jump back up. Unfortunately, I also gave up with this hole. Out of frustration, I landed my feet back on the aching wood.
“Um, if it’s alright with you I’d like to get off this ship now.” I was being awkward. What was a supposed to do? Blurt something out to him that made him laugh? Whenever I did that to people I looked stupid. Especially if they made me guess. I always look stupid when guessing.
Word Count;; Two hundred ninety-eight
Muse Level;; Same as before.
Notes;; N/a
Tags;; Dutch, Dangle |
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Post by »Dangle The Deviant on Nov 23, 2010 16:29:04 GMT -5
Dangle chuckled at her response.
"Are you looking for a home? A place to stay perhaps? You'd be welcomed to join my pack" Dangle said to her pulling himself up onto all fours and stretching his leg one by one. He regarded Dutchess.
"No need to apologize" Dangle said shaking his head. "I don't bite...much."
He grinned at her and took a few steps forward. He paused to glance back at her.
"Come on I'll show you around," he offered her brightly, his tail wagging through the air.
He didn't mind females wandering onto his property, it was just the males that he had a problem with. Males tend to want to overthrow him and try and take over his pack. Now he wasnt' saying a female couldn't do that but he would never take in a female that woudl end up doing that.
He regarded Dutchess.
"Do you have any family nearby or around here?" He inquired of her curiously and let the sunlight fall across his face, illuminating his bllue eyes. Both ears were pricked upright, his acoustics cupping any noise that she might make as he waited for her response. |
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Post by Dutchess. on Nov 23, 2010 16:58:07 GMT -5
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D U T C H E S S
It's just you and me,
so give me your best baby.
--------------------------------------- I plastered a smile on my face. So I was a dork. Maybe he liked dorks… Of course I couldn’t say that because I just met him. “Naw, for now I’m on my own. I will come back to your pack to meet the, but I don’t know if I’ll stay. It’s possible. Very possible that I may stay though.”
I smiled at his response from my stupidity. Yeah, he most defiantly found it cute. But I wasn’t dumb, so I wasn’t going to make myself look that way, “Oh, same here. I’m 90% bite 10% bark.” Wagging my tail, stood up and jumped over the hole so I wouldn’t fall again. My face hurt from my earlier face plant straight into the wood.
“Oh, I’d love for you to do that. I’m pretty clueless as to where I’m going.” I smiled at him again. I allowed my tongue to roll out of my mouth and cover my teeth. It was relieving with the summer heat in place. Yes, summer was here.
I watched as Dangle’s ears never fell and, as he asked about my family. My ears fell back and I gave a small whine, “I used to have a loving owner. He loved me and I loved him, but he left me. I thought he would be back, but he never did come back.”
Word Count;; Two hundred twenty-six
Muse Level;; Same as before.
Notes;; N/a
Tags;; Dutch, Dangle |
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Post by »Dangle The Deviant on Nov 24, 2010 14:59:52 GMT -5
Dangle smiled at Dutchess and walked side by side with her, falling in line easily.
He glanced at her sideways.
"Well I do hope you decide to stay at some point. My pack could always use more members" he said earnestly.
A gentle breeze floated over his back ruffling his ebony and tawny colored fur. He paused to momentarily scratch at an itch on his neck. He planted his rump down on the ground, and raised a hind leg up. He began kicking at the spot, the loose fur around his neck jingling from the motion of the scratching. Once the itch was gone, he lowered his back leg and continued walking alongside Dutchess.
He turned to her.
"No family near by huh? Yeah i know where that comes from. I didn't have an owner but I did have a loving family. They just tossed me out onto the street the minute the virus hit. They fled and just left me here"
Bitterness crept into his voice now. He sighed and forced hte memory away. He turned back to Dutchess.
"Have you been outside the city boundaries?" he inquired of her curiously.
most dogs were able to travel in and out due to the hole in the outlands. He didn't dare venture there, but he was thinking that maybe one day it might be a good idea for his pack to come face to face with the outside world. Hell he hadn't seen the outside world for several years. He wondered what it was really like.
He panted a bit before closing his jaws.
"I like all bite and no bark...much more fun," he said jokingly to her. She definitely had a good sense of humor so that was a plus. |
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Post by Dutchess. on Nov 24, 2010 16:20:53 GMT -5
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D U T C H E S S
It's just you and me,
so give me your best baby.
--------------------------------------- A charming smile, he had. One that was sure to break hearts, “Um, yeah. Have you had any mates or pups yet? Dangle, what are your plans for family?” He set a nice pace to follow as I walked by him. As he stopped to scratch an itch, I sat stopped, glancing back at him through the corner of my eye.
He had that history, too. Typical. I didn’t hate humans, but I also wish my master hadn’t of left me, “I don’t understand how we go and be their best friends with loyalty to spare; and they just leave us tied up to a park bench. It’s cruel if you ask me.” His voice had turned bitter; I recognized it, “Hey, if you want to do something else I’d be down with that.” I offered a flirty flick of my tail, trying desperately to cheer up.
I hated it when others were sad or frustrated. I’d never done this before because of my age, but I was going to do it regardless of my feelings. I trotted forward, my tail in the air. After all, I was coming into heat. That would surely cheer him up. Sticking my nose to the ground, I traced a familiar smell into some bushes a lied down. Whatever he would do, I would allow.
Placing my head on my paws, I waited for Dangle to say something. Hey, he might even refuse.
Word Count;; Two hundred thirty-nine
Muse Level;; High. ;D
Notes;; Whether you want them to have pups or not, I figured I'd leave it open.
Tags;; Dutch, Dangle |
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