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Post by forever on Apr 25, 2007 16:39:58 GMT -5
Abelle was getting frustrated with all the dogs here. Is life on the streets always like this? she asked herself. "Come on, why can't we all get along? It's bad enough living out on the streets, we don't have to bring anger into all of this." Abelle wished that she was somewhere else, where she couldn't smell the tension in the air. Abelle wanted to melt into the concrete and be someone else. But she would never admit these to anyone or show it in anyway. She looked from each dog and waited for them to respond, hopefully in a kind and non-argumentative way.
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Post by athy admin. on Apr 25, 2007 17:16:38 GMT -5
Raibon paws hit the ground with a dull thump, thump, thump. Her eyes scanned the parking lot. The gravel hurt, the sun blinding her, her paws aching.. But she kept walking, her head high with pride. A long tail swished at her hocks, impatient. This wretched heat. Damn it, damn the whole of this god forsaken town. The place was buzzing with two-leggers and arrogant bastards who thought they could say anything to anyone they pleased. Already she had a case of the grumps, just because of the swelling humidity clinging to the air. Her umber eyes glared at the few cars that drove by. Cooper's Pond was in no condition for swimming and the South Prospect Stream was disgustingly horrid. There was no way she was going to Memorial Park where there would be people all over trying to cool down in the shade.
As her gaze took in some dogs in the distance, she sighed. What else was there to do than go up to them and say a few words? It wouldn't hurt; but she was sick of sissies and arrogant assholes. And that would put a dent in her day, would it not? To see another couple dogs like that. Paws slapping the ground, she heaved a heavy sigh. It hurt, to have to walk on your paws all day and when you lay down to rest, the ground still pierced your skin because it was scalding hot by the glaring sun. Grinding her teeth together, she trotted a bit faster, the dogs coming into clear view as she perked her ears in mild curiosity to listen to their conversation.
Ah, so this reddish shepherd was one of those bastards she didn't want to see. Her eyes rolled and she glanced at the little puffball of a rat hiding beside him. Her brow furrowed at it slightly, eyes narrowing critically at she surveyed the little puff. Small, fragile, rat, bug, insect, easily broken.. A small smirk flashed across her face and passed onto the little dog, a devious glint glowering in her pupils. Her gaze averted to the big shepherd, Sham she said was her name was. She liked that bitch far more than the other dogs; except for perhaps the orange retriever. He was a looker but Raibon wasn't looking for someone right now. She liked his attitude; his arrogance and his confidence. Not many strays were like that. Chuckling in light amusement, her eyes averted to the arrogant bastard seated and hiding the fur ball she so despised to even just look at.
"Jus' shuddup ye bastard. It's not like ye know much more; if ye ask me, ye look pretty stupid. And this handsome feller is more lordly then ye. Well; at least he don't be as arrogant as ye, eh?"
She winked at Banjo, though there was no tinge of kindness or sarcasm in her words. She glanced at Nixon and Sham, smiling lightly, mischievously, at them. Like a sort of partnership.[/color]
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Post by Fizz[Sham] on Apr 25, 2007 17:38:17 GMT -5
Temper flaring the fae restrained herself from allowing to much to show. Jaws set firmly together so not to let anything pass that wasnt said to go past. The bastard was getting on her nerves, but she refused to allow it all to show, it would give her game away. No, they couldnt know just yet, the game was still being set up, they would have to wait for her to tell them. Standing there, harks flicking to and fro as she silently challenged the rusty brute dubbed Banjo to question her intelligence again. The Belgian Tervuren was extremely smart for her age, mostly the knowledge had been gained through experience and watching. Sham was always listening and when not asleep she was always watching whatever was around her, it was how the femme survived.
When the rat spoke her dome tilted down to hear and see Abelle speak. Her dome turned to the arrogent fool with an "I told you so" look on her mug. Sham knew a house pet when she saw one. Harks strained forward as he spoke, correcting her own grammer. The femora shrugged it off, no one has perfect grammer. Was her calm thought. The next words made her snort softly in annoyance. He really has no sense at all does he? Any and every house pet has a choice whether or not to live with the two legs or not. Yet the femme didnt repeat any words said in her mind, no matter how much she wanted to spit them at him, that could reveal her game.
As another brute spoke her dome snapped to the side, her sapphire chasms landing on him, her annoyance being forced out to be replaced with a friendly warmness. Maw dipped in a greeting as she studied his torso. He was a clean dog, that was for sure, and he had this dominant essense about him. Sham didnt read this as arrogence but then she could be wrong, as he introduced himself she smiled, but it quickly faded as she let an irritated growl rumble softly in her throat as she swung around to face Banjo, jaws parting as Abelle begged them to stop argueing, she paid no attention to it, as she was about to speak another voice echoed from behind her, glancing over her shoulder to see another bitch going after Banjo's ass a grin spread onto her maw, she liked this fae. Once the newly arrived femme spoke she put them all in her view, catching the new girls smile towards her.
*Whats your name?*
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Post by forever on Apr 25, 2007 18:17:56 GMT -5
The tiny papillion wasn't easily angered, but by now, she was about to run off and leave. But she didn't intend to draw too much attention to herself, as she could be injured in a second. Abelle wished for a pack to belong to, but decided to worry about that later. She needed to focus on the here and now. What she thought was going to be just a little friendly small talk turned out to be an intense frenzy of emotions, mainly consisiting of cruel intentions. But Abelle wasn't going to let herself get caught up in them. The poor dog was still adjusting to life on the streets, as she only left her home about a week and a half ago. She hated the big black dog Sham for calling her a "house pet" as if it was something she could help. There was no possible way she could help where she was born or how small she was. Why couldn't other dogs see that? She wished for another of her own kind, a small dog like she. She really did want peace, but she quickly realized that as soon as she asked why they couldn't get along, glances were exchanged among the dogs and she realized that it really didn't need to be said. Everyone here was mean and unkind and misunderstood her. She was even starting to doubt Banjo, and she began to think that he just pitied her. Why, oh, why did she have to come here? Abelle remained silent and just watched, she decided that saying nothing was a wiser move instead of pleading for peace, as that made her look weaker than she already looked.
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Post by .lady cam; on Apr 25, 2007 19:07:56 GMT -5
His gaze was kept upon Banjo as the dog did his best to ridicule and belittle not only Nixon himself but the female shepherd. This brought a new light of fire to the amber hued chasms of the well manicured bastard. He was brought up to be kind to females, even when having his way with them. Never had he once insulted nor physically harmed a female and this bastard was about to see the well caged violent side of Nixon. He mostly avoided fights, and in fact was highly intolerant to most pain but it didn't mean he wouldn't fight, because god knows he would. He was the lord of a battle based pack for Pete's sake, it should have been obvious that even though he looked like something from a pet shop he was far from a pushover.
Chuckling light heartedly at the jabs made towards him from the other male he gave a small shake of his large cranium, glossed fur flittering up and about a bit. "Think of that un all by your self didja?" He nodded his head a bit. "Could have been better you know... since I really am Lord Nixon, founder and leader of the Canine Force. I suppose the heavy scent of a territory and the whole dominance trip just wasn't bright enough for your dim-wits to catch up on. Not a problem though, now you know." His words were rather sarcastic but actually held in a calm tone. He hardly was one to visibly express his frustration or anger.
He looked down as the cute little black and white dame piped up again, in protest to Banjo getting his non-existent panties into a bunch. Winking at her he let a smile curve his mug. "Of course little lass, wouldn't want to upset ya'll ladies" As he charmed out that last phrase the sharp tongue of the other female that had come to their gathering hit his ears. Smiling now as he realized she too was taking her stab at Banjo. Looking over to her he smile a great smile, nodding his head out of respect. "She, knows how to call it. That's for sure" Looking to her and then over to Sham who had offered up a smile. He was three for three today now wasn't he?
"Now why don't you control you're pissy liddle attitude and stop upsetting these nice ladies" He down right ordered, but keeping his tones still in the calm but demanding pitch. [/blockquote]
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Post by forever on Apr 25, 2007 19:38:01 GMT -5
As much as Abelle` tried to resist she couldn't help but like this Nixon dog, or should she say Lord Nixon. He definitely had respect for the ladies, nobody could doubt that. Abelle smiled up at the brute, her eyes sparkling for the first time in a while. Her spirits lifted when he said that he had a pack, called the Canine Force. She would consider it later, too much was happening to think much about anything. Abelle scooted away from Banjo, stepping away from her hiding spot. She wasn't going to let her size stop her from anything. They can think what they want. She decided. She stood her own ground in the circle of dogs, waiting to see what would happen next, and she knew, that it would be a rude remark, but she was pretty much used to that by now. As long as she didn't make unkind remarks like the others, she would be content with herself. Abelle was a polite dog, which some found to be a "house pet" thing, but it was simply the way she was brought up to be like. She knew no better than to be like that. She knew there was a fine line between good and bad and she wasn't about to cross it, but she knew that she was with some who had no idea about politeness and what it was like to be loved. That's what they need. But she knew she couldn't be the one to give it to them. She could not possibly love every one of these dogs here. It was impossible.
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Post by Thore on Apr 25, 2007 20:15:39 GMT -5
Banjo looked at the new comer. Yes, he had been called a bastard a time or 100000000 and maybe even an ass sometimes, but you know he could care less. They were words, only actions bothered him. "Sticks and stones my fellow strays." He said with little emotion but still a sly grin. And he wasn't bothering the ladies, the ladies were bothering him. "Plus, and excuse me if sounds childish your honor, I was kind of here first. Everyone just kept coming, introducing themselves like they wanted to make friends, and really I don't know why that bitch came in when there was already tension between everyone. Not that bright unless you are looking for trouble. So, I'm innocent wouldn't you say? Oh wait, don't answer that Nixon. I'll just call you Nix." He noticed the small dog inch away from him and closer to the "lady killer".
He too backed out of the line of fire. "Okay, as much as I'd love to continue about a bunch of bitches and one egotistic bastard, I should go."
(ok he left)
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Post by forever on Apr 25, 2007 20:29:57 GMT -5
Immediately, Abelle felt horrible for moving away from him. She knew that wasn't the entire reason for him leaving, but she was certain that it didn't help the cause at all. She felt the urge to say to the others, See now look what you did! That's what you get for being mean! But she resisted. That would be quite immature.Instead she said nothing. Just watched run off into the distance, longing to run after him. She wanted to get away from this place. But something made her stay. Her legs refused to move. She stayed in her place and looked at the dogs around her. She gave them a somewhat cold stare for being so rude to Banjo. She felt absolutely terrible for what happened, as if it was all her fault.[/color][/sup]
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Post by winterblaze on Apr 26, 2007 15:46:19 GMT -5
Never has she left the safety of her home, the park but for once in an long while she held the need to explore. Many looks were given to her as she passed, an large black female dog with an scar across her eye and blind was not to appealing. She care less. She lived her life like this each day and was not surprised bit what she was given. Each twitch above her head as the heated pavement burnt her pas an bit. She hated this heat and would give anything to be back under the shade of an tree. A slight growl was given as the voice rang deep into her brain. It seemed there were so many in one place and it was odd to see an gathering such as this unless and pack was enfolded. Clashing voices were shown as each dog made an mix of both kind and rude remark, she felt back from the one brute that way snow gone. She role her eyes to the actions of the few reaming. What she could see was from her liking. A stuck up male and an few females. What else was new. Sighing, she moved closer yet far away, she had no need to interfere with those around. She be outcast right off the bat or judge as many have done from afar. Keeping her dance, she creep by as best as she could, by they were in her way of exploring. [/color]
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Post by forever on Apr 26, 2007 16:03:24 GMT -5
Abelle noticed the dog creeping by, as she was rather observant. The black dog seemed like she did not wish to be noticed, so the young Papillion nonchalantly slipped out of the crowd of dogs. She daintily followed after the dog, her paws burning against the hot asphalt. It was getting rather hot outside, and Abelle had plenty of hair to make her sweat. "Psst. Hello! Where are you going?" she whispered inquisitively, an innocent look on her face. She did not wish to intrude in the dog's business, just merely looking for someone to talk to, and maybe possibly a friend. Though Abelle was beginning to doubt it was even possible to find friendship here.
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Post by winterblaze on Apr 26, 2007 16:12:26 GMT -5
The sudden voice made her jump as most things did. Her body tense and her reaction again was to growl, however she notice that this dog meant no harm and her size was quit cute. Stopping form creeping as she did. She meant no harm in what she did, she was simply wishing to pass by with no harm. “Oh, hello. Me? Well, I was just explore, and my paws are kind of getting burnt from the heated ground.” She paused for an moment and then gave an faint smile. Maybe for once another conversation could go somewhere. “My name is Adrienne Lyne.” She bowed her head kindly, and the sat herself in place, it was good that none of the others took notice to her stopping or being around. She dislike them, but this one that came to her seem nicer and would be no problem, maybe even an good friend.
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Post by .lady cam; on Apr 26, 2007 16:21:50 GMT -5
He watched as the brute turned and left, a bit of a frown coming over his maw. Hey now, he hadn't wanted to chase him off. There was no reason why he couldn't have stayed as long as the attitude had been dropped. Rolling his shoulders he pushed the thought off and turned to face the three lovely ladies. The little black and white babe didn't seem all to happy. As he stooped down, ready to try and cheer her up she slipped off without looking back sauntering up to a black female he hadn't noticed a bit of a ways away. Looking back and forth between the two separate gatherings he stayed rooted to the spot calling out; "Heyanow ladies, dontca be shy.. join the party" He called sweetly, a smile across his mug. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by forever on Apr 26, 2007 16:32:29 GMT -5
Abelle was just going to mention that she should go back before they noticed she was gone, but it was now too late. She glanced towards the dogs. Than she turned to Adrienne, an apologetic look on her face. She didn't know whether to just run off or to head back over to the gathering of dogs or to stay with Adrienne. Well, her legs refused her to move, so that narrowed her choices down. She said nothing and waited for Adrienne to handle things, hopefully in a kind way, but, lately, Abelle was learning that things didn't usually go as she hoped. [sorry, crappy post]
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Post by winterblaze on Apr 26, 2007 16:54:34 GMT -5
A sigh was given as the two looked to be silent. She looked to see how different the two groups were from each other and she had no need to go see the brute that called out to the both of them. She rolled her eye at his words, she would not go over. A sigh was given and she lowered herself to speak to the little female before her. “I am sorry to draw you away from such an gathering…I do not wish to be an burden for you.” She looked back to the large group, she had no need to go over, she was far from fitting in and was scared to find herself in an fight with him and she was in no mood. “Good day miss…” she said and turned away to leave. She did not want to really, but she felt no choice.
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Post by forever on Apr 26, 2007 19:57:27 GMT -5
I should have said something, Abelle thought. She was angry that she continued to make the wrong decisions and she wanted to leave this place. You know what, I'm going to leave she said to herself. She wouldn't let fear hold her back from doing what she wanted. So, with that, she gave a cold glare at the dogs behind her and than sauntered away from them, her head held high.
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