♥ ;;until reality starts sinking in; [p]

[[ rupture && isabella ]]

ooc; for Charlie.

The angry human's threatening growls were lost in the dense air, ceasing to follow the retreating brute. Not that Rupture would have listened to them anyway. He had run off with the man's lunch - a whole sandwich plus a hamburger, humans could be such pigs at times - and so it gave the anger a good reason to be there. Finding a more secluded area of the beach behind some reeds, the large dog laid down the tray he had skillfully balanced in his jaws and stood back to admire his capture. A feast; his first of the spring. He glanced backwards to see if the man was following him in search of his food, but this wasn't the case.

This time. It wouldn't have bothered Rupture if he did. The life of a street dog had given the Wolf Hybrid a myriad of survival skills that he never knew he possessed. It brought out the full potential in him. He discovered that when fighting for his life, he could do things he would have never dreamed of when he was lost in the fairgrounds so far away. Of course, Rupture hadn't always been so strong or skillful. For the first year of his life, all the male had known was death, and cruelty. It may have left anyone in awe that what he had faced hadn't changed him to be the bloodthirsty hound he was always surrounded by, but Rupture didn't think it so amazing.

It wasn't just his humble nature that kept him from admitting how strong-willed he was - he could always credit his overall pleasant disposition to his father. Had his dad been like most of the other dogs that the cruel man trained to devour each other, Rupture would have been much different now. He may have been dead. And it was his father's last words that gave him the pure will to keep living. He'd lost his siblings... he couldn't lose himself. The male's ivory colored ears twitched atop his skull as a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

His crystal blue eyes lifted to the skies, studying the ominous gray clouds that drifted over the wavy ocean. The rains would not come for quite a few more minutes, Rupture estimated, but judging by the shady color of the stormclouds, they would come with a vengeance. Even the ocean was rearing dozens of waves into the air, whitecaps dotting its surface. It was a good time to be stealing food from the humans here, for there weren't many still around. The stupid beings were absolutely petrified of a little storm. Mean-spirited amusement led a scoff to emit from the handsome Hybrid's long muzzle. A little rain wouldn't drive a street dog away. Especially not Rupture. He had come to appreciate thunderstorms, actually, he always had.

He possessed an amount of respect for them, even. Something about them even calmed him, gave him a good feeling that really he couldn't place. Perhaps it was just fun to watch the humans run away from the approaching thunder, and squeal as lightning illuminated the sky. But if Rupture had shelter, he'd watch the storm happily until it passed. Now that winter had come and gone, he had more of a reason to be out so far from the main city, where he took shelter to sleep and rest. Rupture despised winter. The beauty of the sparkling snow was lost on him; the calmness of the season wasn't noticed. The male held a grudge against that period for taking his brother away from him and most of his life.

But it wasn't just that. For all the street dogs, it was tough when the numbing cold came to the city. It would claim lives, and if not, it would starve the dogs. When spring finally came around, it was more than welcome. The warmth would return, and no longer would Rupture be a furry pile of skin and bones trotting around. His strength - and tagging closely behind, his dignity - would return and he would be once again fit enough to face the never faltering challenges of a street dog.

His present challenge; to protect the meal he had salvaged from any other starving dogs that may come by. Survival was everything, and food was survival.

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[{CHARLIE!]

CHARLIE;

One, one sick son of a gun
I'm crushin' you for fun
Don't find yourself on the wrong end
Of anything I've done

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How utterly annoyed was Charlie? Why so pissed, infact, that she could blow her top at any given moment. Rasul, being the idiot he was, had happened upon her as she innocently walked across the street. He'd almost gotten both of then hit by a car not to mention he'd succeeded in scaring the bloody hell out of her. The priviledge of such could feed ones soul for months against the heavy handed regret she'd be impacted with. The damned fool'd crossed into the street disregarding the sign that simply spoke of humans walking. It was a complete foolish act that could supply one with the honor of wimpyness. How adorable was that?

The goldern haired darling, how ever ironic that was at the particular moment, seized not a moment as she'd snatched him up in mid sentence and charged through the zooming crowds and cars. Shocked and utterly confused as to why someone like Charlie - who had no compassion for him at all - had saved his life with such quickness. He even dared to ask which only got him a glare that concluded said acts and she vision of her walking away mumbling unheard curses to his name and his future generations. Jack Russels could be such bothers. Now, as she did on a regular basis, she was relaxing her very irritated mind while making her way down the sidewalk and onto the hot, but calming sand. Each pawprint made simply laid a trademark for the present - only to soon be washed away by the rising tide.

Miss prissy pants, the one with all the snide remarks and competative glares, strutted down the beach shore with a frown and her head low. Today, sadly, hadn't started good and the inbetween wasn't much help either. Persuasive, amber eyes gleamed in the sunlight like two orbs of flames in a latern still not completely understanding the motive for her acts. Perhaps it was simply becasue she didn't feel it his time to go. I know she sounded like some godlike dopefiend, but thats what she felt and no one could change that - best believe it. Charlie's movement was delicate and precise in the manner that made it quite unusual for said canine - felines perhaps but not dogs. She could've given a damn hell's less care as she proceeded along the beach shore as if the movement of it's waves crashing into the rocks and earth itself cooled her heated mind.

Then as abruptly as she'd strolled along that of the beach she'd ran up upon the crackling and outburst of violent thunder across the angry skies. As she'd taken time walking along the beach, the sky'd taken a different toll and was now less then welcoming. Charlie paid no mind after this, though, quite familiar with such acts from the sky and earth themselves. The thing she wasn't familiar, though, was that of a lone figure along the beach with a coat of pure snow and the time consuming color of aqua coloring their eyes. A male, not quite uncommon in this place she'd come to know and love, one that seemed quite different from the rest but then again so much alike them. Charlie just gave a subtile shrug of her well structured shoulders as she proceeded towards him, uttering not a word in caution that with the object of food, he was one of those ignorantly aggressive types - even if she fell into the same category. We'd see what this bloke had in store for her today.


DONE - sorry it sucks so badly.

[[ rupture && isabella ]]

Rupture’s head was down, but came up as he heart a noise. Eyes wide as he saw a different looking dog. He seen some like it, but nothing so strong and sleak as this one. Noticing it was a fae, and as she came to him, he smiled. Dropping down and getting a few bites quickly, so he had some food atleast, he didn’t really care if she took the rest. His tail lay still like normal. He couldn’t read her. No, she was solid. Which made him curious. Shaking his head, and sending his ears back to their normal state, he shifted.

Standing upward, he nodded his head, and let his tail fall limp against his rump. Shaking his pelt to rid the sand, he finally was a few tail lengths away from her. She was pretty, and a attractive fae. He held his tongue, but it spit out anyways. ”Hello Gorgeous. Rupture Micheal.” With that he waited. Nothing new, nothing old. He wondered if she would call him his full name, or a nickname. He let his head fall to one angle just a tad, trying to take in what she was doing. He didn’t understand was she wanting his food, or company? Or just to test him?