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Post by >KIATA;< on Oct 14, 2007 11:33:10 GMT -5
Caractacus
His large speckled paws thudded over the junkyard, as his orbs watched over the muck all around. The stench made him grimace yet smile as well. The sun was just setting in the distance, behind some factories, and already in the east it was getting dark with some stars twinkling down below. Some would say it was a beautiful sight, elsewhere that is, but here is looked disgusting. With all the rubbish around it just looked tacky and stupid. The dog grunted and stepped down on a can lid and yelped with pain. His pads started to bleed uncontrollably and he snarled, angrily.
The blood oozed down onto the ground, making the ground have small paw prints on the front right leg. He looked around, and could see a few dogs darted about, but it wasn't as if he cared. Caractacus had heard there was a new bitch around, a bitch which everyone could play with. What was her name? He racked his brains then looked up. Mandy! That was it. A sick smile crossed over his face. Caractacus was in that sort of mood where he didn't care about anyone else right then.
He sniffed through his nostrils and yawned. Scavenging about for bits and pieces, he finally snapped up a bit of muck off the ground. When a ravenous dog like him searched for food, he could eat anything. The dump was the best place to get it from. Caractacus had always known that, and was glad he was part of the pack.
Over the factories, the sun had set, making the sky be mixed with oranges and yellows. A picture worth taking for a human. For him? Oh so what, it was a picture captured in time, forever it would hold, but who gived a crap about that when a dog like him could wander the streets for everlasting years. Invincible. That is what Caractacus felt like right now, walking over the dump, climbing over the stacks of rubbish. He started to climb up a mountain of junk, all piled up onto everything, and one step at a time, he carefully raised his legs until he reached the top.
He stood on the feat, proudly showing it off to the whole world. Down below were small dogs, scavenging, and he smirked. Happily, he lay down on a broken sofa with springs popping out of it and rested his head on his paws. Already he had gotten comfortable for the night.
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Post by SORA ;; on Oct 14, 2007 15:55:44 GMT -5
Oh, all I want to know, All I want...
Sin was escaping the Mrs. again. Escaping... More like dodging. Running from. He couldn't stand her. Letting out a growl just thinking about her, he made his way to the Junkyard. He had come here only a few days ago, but thought it was wise, if the fea, Ceramic, thought it was okay to steal from here.
Rolling his eyes as his head filled with images of the fea, he shook his head and slid under the fence into the junkyard. He scented Caractus somewhere, but he wasn't going to go looking for him. You could say Scorpion and he were his only friends, and that was true.
Scorpion and he had founded the pack together, with originally, Scorpion in mind to be leader. But Sin told him off and eventually, after many fights, became the Alpha, with his 'charming' mate.
What had he seen in her, so many months ago? Now she was nothing more than a pain in his ass. Everything she did ticked him off, he just couldn't deal with it today. He hated how she knew what to do to set him off. Today, it had been nagging about how cold it was.
He hated complainers.
With just a touch of my burning hand, I send my astro zombies to rape the land, Prime directive, exterminate, The whole human race.
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Post by >KIATA;< on Oct 15, 2007 14:04:29 GMT -5
His orbs glittered in the last of the sun, and he closed his eyes, breathing in the sweet yet dirty air. Smelling the pollution and pretrol from the cars chugging by, the dirt and rot from the dump. It made him sick. But sick was good for a dog like him, it made him feel good. He yawned and strained his head over the rubbish tip, to see a dog walking along. But that wasn't any old dog, wasn't that Sin?
He frowned and opened his mouth to speak, letting out a short bark and jumping down from the rubbish pile. He greeted Sin, formally, and then sat down on his rump. "Hello Sin." He said, cocking his head to one side to get a better look of him. Was something up or what? Caractacus frowned, then looked at the sky, seeing it was quickly getting dark. He snorted, and couldn't be bothered to find a shelter for the night.
Caractacus started to follow Sin around the dump. "Anything troubling you?" He asked. Not exactly concern passed through his voice. Why should concern matter? Nothing made Caractacus worry or sad. Nothing in this world, even a dog like him couldn't make him anxious. He smiled to himself and watched as the bright crescent moon shone from behind the clouds, beaming down on the disgusting dump.
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Post by SORA ;; on Oct 16, 2007 16:35:25 GMT -5
As pawsteps and a voice followed him, Sin let out an annoyed snarl. Whirlign around, he didn’t relax, even when he saw whom it was. Caractus. He grunted a reply to his greeting, and continued to walk. As he heard him speak again, he groaned.
It’s Layla. I’m sick of her. He retorted, pawing at the ground, letting out a dejected noise, and moving about two feet forward and digging at the soil again. He was looking for something, but wouldn’t tell anyone what.
He was to be honest, looking for his half-sister’s old collar.
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