>> Time.To.Move.On

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Life was an endless road of possibilities and hopes. Dreams were meet and broken, even others forgotten. It was a long life of betrayal, living, and breathing. You had to learn yourself in this boggling abyss of lies and promises that went amiss. You were a single person, alone, in a vast abyss of everything pushing against you. Oh, how awful it felt. To be the only one pushing against it, only to be something to be forgotten when you died. You were never remembered for how much to fought against that never-ending wall of problems. You were never really understood or named. You were nothing but an antique. Oh, but how they know you if they knew how fiercely you fought against all those things pushing you down, and how you stood back up when you stumbled to the ground. Alas, they would never know and just pass you by with nothing but an indifferent glance. Oh how different if they knew who you really where. Yes, very different it indeed would be. They would see past the happy exterior, and see the shivering child within, lost and scared.

Winter. Cold. Yuck. The male Akita sat under one of the orange- veiled trees, watching as the leaves fell in loads to the forest floor. The damp forest floor. He couldn't find a dry spot to save his life. An annoyed expression was plastered upon the young Akita, his brindle form shivering occasionally. Everything was wet and cold, and now he wished for the sun baked concrete paths at the city. That was really only what he liked about the city. The rest was no more than a dump. He much more preferred the beauty and wilderness of the forest. Yes, nature was far better than anything those humans constructed. Humans were violent creatures, and he would never trust them again.

Pools lifted, swirling in their placid mixture. Obsidian irises focused upon the land before him. Trees came into his gaze, tall and hanging over the crystalline blue of a river. Towers flickered to understand the water's quiet murmuring as it rolled gently over the smoothed river rocks. Beyond, the trees halted with their onslaught, the river opening as fewer trees rose to obstruct it's path. Sandbanks were scattered about, preventing the water from claiming his kind’s entire domain. Various isles scattered across the crystalline surface, rising like small sanctuaries. Nostrils flared involuntary, the scent of the land entering him, swirling in his mind. Loneliness, it was there...he felt it stab his heart as the slight hope that had risen to find another vanished into nothing more than wishful thinking. Skin twitched as brindle fur kept out the cold. Chocolate eyes folded in as emotions ran thick.

Life seems to never have a reason. It was simply, you breathed your limited time and then you died. It seemed chaotic, and almost ridiculous. He stood alone now, the wind tearing mercilessly at his stout frame. Sitting alone, his eyes watched the lands with a depressed indifference- his mind recalling what things used to be. It was hard to grasp and understand the emotion. The things- emotions he hid with this childish, innocent nature. Brows furrowed in thought. Lifting his cerebellum, he looked toward the sky. The colors had changed, now leaving blank areas of pure alabaster as clouds floated above him, shielding the brilliant azul of the never-ending sea that lay above him. Smiling, his heart eased slowly. Shaking his cerebellum, he looked back to this paradise before him. A smile rose along obsidian lips, battered and weathered, the smile grew.

[Emster ♥]

Faolan padded along the mossy forest floor, her pads sinking into the decaying leaves. Her soft brown and white speckled fur blew in the slight autumn wind, and her large, almond eyes surveyed the ravishing land around her. Its beauty was unmatched, and she felt extremely glad that she had chosen to live here instead of the dank and dark alleyways of the city. Halting, she thought that she detected the scent of a strange dog on the wind. It was a male, and as she peered through the trees, she saw an orange dog sitting with a thoughtful look on the moist ground. Unsure of what to do, the fea waited uncertaintly.

ooc:: sorry, short

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Head rose as a scent caught on the breeze. An unknown scent to him, and he waited cautiously. It was another dog, a female to be exact. A placid smile came over his rough lips, and he slowly shifted upward. Chocolate eyes scanned the brush around him, finally spotting the female. Her coat was a speckled mixture, with areas of solid color. A mess of soft brown and white that blended together with an artisan's touch. He stood slowly, brindle form shaking as he removed any debris from his pelt. He had never seen her before, and with a friendly step, he approached her. An almost goofy smile upon his maw, almost like a child. Eyes were bright; beaming. Tail wagged along with his strides, giving a sense of almost ease and humor around the brindle dog. Approaching her, he questioned words to say. HE was never any good with introductions, and this was no different. He didn't want to make a complete fool of himself, but didn't want to seem arrogant and snobbish about her presence. He just wanted to be nice, yet that seemed the hardest thing possible. Sighing, he slowed into a halt a few meters from her; not wanting to intrude.

"Hey there," He called gently, his voice cool and smooth. Almost gentle, like a young boy. Missing the deep baritone strings, but replaced with a gentle, smoothing voice. Smiling, he continued, "I'm Past-Tense." He spoke his name softly, not wanting to seem harmful in any way. It was like talking to a child, and he kept his tones as so. Smiling, he lifted his head. Ears were erect, ready to catch her response. He found himself considering what her name could be. The general street names passed his mind; Lady, Flower, Becca. Just general names that he found on the street. Everyone had those names, and it was a rare accordance to fall upon something new. Names mainly came from something a mother dog heard from the street. Pups were often names after things their mother loved, or hated. A memorial, something like a symbol in their name.

He shifted forward, any sign of doubt gone. With the appearance of this female, his world was brighter, and the oncoming coolness hardly fazed him. He was barely taller than her, maybe even the same height. He was technically small, and general appearance of him seemed juvenile. White limbs shifted, bringing him forward toward her. His gentle face was calm, young yet wise. His tail gave a single swing, then he fell silent and still, his attention upon the speckled female.