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Post by ❥KAPPA on Apr 16, 2011 0:58:03 GMT -5
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It'll get better, the dog thought to herself. It will all get better... Time and time again these words crossed her clouded mind, empty promises that hadn't once come through over the duration of time she'd spent here. This God forsaken place that should have been a paradise, yet it instead took the form of her own personal hell. Edita yearned for home; she wanted to return to the life she previously knew. The one that offered her a warm cushion beside Master's bed, the one that provided a meal without so much as batting an eyelash. In just a few short minutes that had all been taken away, simply because a band of bloodthirsty hounds considered her deceased owner as some sort of prey item. It stirred an anger inside that Edita didn't even know she possessed, but refused to expel it due to her nature as a pacifist.
Quietly, the young Jindo continued to wallow in the countless thoughts racing through that raced this way and that. Her physical being, on the other hand, was on the move. Thin, frail, and matted, it looked as if she had been on Pyrrhic for months on end without a single meal. In reality, Edita's presence among the continent spanned mere weeks. The trauma of what she'd experienced couple with a lack of hunting knowledge failed to do the girl any good as a feral animal. The most she could manage was the occasional rodent, and because of the pampered lifestyle already embedded in her head, stooping to such levels felt horrid. The meat of a rat barely settled her picky stomach, and she often had to work against it to merely keep the food down.
"I fear for my life." She muttered suddenly, her dull eyes fixated on the grass and debris underfoot. The steady sound of motion, though generic it was, somehow brought minor comfort; it distracted the sorrowful female from the heaps of stress that so unfairly rested upon her shoulders. For a brief moment, the hunger pangs and the depression were forgotten--and what helped to further that was the scene the lay before her: shimmering waters, brightening grasses recovering from winter's weight, and the sharp mountain-peaks just beyond the horizon. It was encouraging, enough to at least dig up the shreds of hope that were put to rest days prior. "No," came forth the defiant term, nothing more than a whisper. "I won't die. Today is too beautiful to die." This sudden bout of inspiration was sure to be a temporary high, bound to crash and burn at the next sign of trouble.
Edita, for now, found herself at the banks of the crystalline river. At her right lay an enormous boulder, and behind a thick wall of pine trees and other forest foliage. She soaked it all in, but most importantly soaked in the reflection that stared up at her from the water. This was the first time the marmalade-maiden saw the atrocious condition her body had reduced to, and that alone seemed more than enough reason to lose determination. Predictably, it was a mentally taxing sight to behold, and Edita's feelings were thoroughly expressed through the way she abruptly swiped a paw across the still surface of the river.
She needed someone... anyone to help overcome this daunting hurdle that refused shorten in the slightest.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on Apr 19, 2011 21:15:40 GMT -5
 They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This must be true because for most a day like this one would indeed be considered beautiful. The river was so lazy it was practically a mirror, reflecting every ounce of the scenery along with the colorful sun. Besitzen wasn't most creatures though. He couldn't see the forest through the trees, and the things he found most beautiful were vulgarities that made weaker hearts cringe.
It was simply the lifestyle he lead.
Somewhere down the line, violence had become an art form. He lived for the thrill and the adrenaline rush, whether he was in a scuff himself or a rowdy observer egging a set of competitors on. It was a beautiful, bloody sport and the Belgian Tervuren just could not get enough of it. Unfortunately, it was damn expensive habit. It was a habit he could not currently afford.
For the last several weeks Besitzen had found himself down on his luck. He had gambled everything he had away, busting on every high roll he made. Of course, he only ever made high rolls so it was no surprise he went broke fast. It was simply what happened when he tried to operate without a lucky charm.
Stupid bitch. A growl rumbled low in his throat. Next time he laid eyes on that spoiled little Collie she would be dead. The nerve of her to sneak off in the middle of the night like that! With her had gone his luck, his good mood, and the love of his life. Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. If he was really in love then she wouldn't have run off on him after only a few weeks of being together. That damn bitch had been too smart for her own good.
How hard was it to follow a simple order? "Talk to no one and never leave my sight." It sounded simple enough in his mind. And yet, canines of the female persuasion has such a difficult time comprehending it! He'd gone through quite a number of potential mates over the years. Those that hadn't managed to escaped his clingy, possessive, overbearing, paranoid tendencies had ended up dead by his paws. Excessive? He didn't see it that way. The male kept one simple rule, and every time it was broken the bitch would be dealt the punishment she deserved. Commitment issues? Psh no! Besitzen surely had none of those!
But that's beside the point. Currently the black faced dog was making his way down the bank of the river. Anger and frustration of multiple brands rolled off him in great waves, cold, dark eyes glaring into the beauty of the day. If that Collie couldn't be found then fine. He wouldn't worry about her punishment until after she decided to turn up. Right now he had more important matters to attend to. Like finding a new trinket. The sooner he could find a new bitch to leech the life out of, the sooner he could get back to his sports. And lord knows, Besitzen was a gambling man. He was nothing without his vice.
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Post by ❥KAPPA on May 1, 2011 20:04:21 GMT -5
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The dull eyes that stared back up at her from the settling water were hard to look at for the girl. These eyes were once bright and full of life... and now? Well, now they just screamed of her pathetic existence and the overall lack of enjoyment she had day in and day out.
wip i suck.
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