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Post by H.ostile on May 30, 2011 12:56:57 GMT -5
MISHKA
, INTO YOUR LIFE. INTO YOUR DREAMS [/size] [/center]
The sun seemed to beam at Mishka, always cheery to see the beautiful fae. Of course, she'd been prettier when her eyes hadn't turned a cloudy grey, her expression always confused. Instead of the usually bright female, everyone got the insecure, handicapped, freak. But not only was one of her weaknesses a major one, but she also was albino. Not camo-flauged in the least. Oh well, Mishka didn't have to try too hard to get people to not even acknowledge her existence. .
With a swipe of her tail, Mishka depended on her ears to direct her towards the water. And for a blind dog, she was heading for it pretty quickly. If you were to stare at her for only three more seconds, you'd think she was a real daredevil. Going for that fast moving water like there was no tomorrow, but if you were to look on longer you'd see her stop only inches away from actually diving into the water. Her docked tail reaching eagerly to slap up the water. She could see it now, and in her imagination- it was the most beautiful sight.
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Post by Seven on May 30, 2011 17:31:10 GMT -5
Wes lumbered along the coastline, ostensibly looking for food. The beach was a ridiculous place to begin, though. He did much better with furry forest creatures than fish and crabs. In truth, he had been decidedly unsuccessful at catching anything to eat on the beach. But Wesley had a love-hate relationship with this stretch of sand. This was the same body of water that had hauled him away from the familiar. He could even see the same current that had carried him past the island, a different shade of blue against the darker expanse around it. At the same time, it was a glorious sight. The sun and vibrant blue sky caused the calm ocean waters to glare back with added intensity, as if each was in a competition to literally out-shine the other. As Wes looked over the vista, he had to admit that the glistening waters beat out the sky in this contest.
The Ovcharka mix took care to keep his paws away from the lapping waves. He trotted along, relishing the steady sound that muffled his own footfalls. He had traveled a mile or so down the beach and felt that he should turn inland soon. He wasn't viciously hungry, though, so he found himself putting off the moment. Finally fed up with himself, Wes halted. He turned to look back down the beach at the long, single line of paw prints, then straight ahead at the breathtaking scene. He was a no-nonsense dog, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate beauty.
The direction of the wind favored the brute today. He caught scent of an approaching female before she came into view. When she did appear, though, she came rapidly. Wesley froze, watching the ghostly white dog hurtle down the slight incline and onto the beach. He did not immediately grasp that she was blind because of the speed with which she moved. He did think it odd, though, that she had run right past him into the water without giving him a single look. Now that she was at a jarring halt, he looked her over, noticing the fogginess of her eyes. In his current position she couldn't smell him, and he wasn't making any noise. Intrigued, Wesley moved along the beach a few feet until he was directly upwind of the Doberman. Wesley lowered himself onto his haunches and waited, sure that she'd notice him soon enough. |
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Post by H.ostile on Jun 2, 2011 18:14:05 GMT -5
MISHKA
, INTO YOUR LIFE. INTO YOUR DREAMS [/size] [/center]
And then her current state was slapped right back into her face. With a cock of her head her misty, grey eyes turned to look directly at him, but with no luck she gave up on trying to sense his eyes so she could seem as though she were looking into his eyes. With a soft sigh she pushed a paw deeper into the sound, forcing herself to find her voice. ''Who are you, dear sir? I don't recall having met before.'' Of course, a short 'who are you?' would have worked. Mishka was a kinder dog, raised to believe talking was of everyones' nature. It'd never been easy for her to reach out to people after the accident, but making light conversation was easier than coming right out and asking for help.
Her docked stub thumped at her rear, Mishka's ears flicking all around having sensed the barily audible noises near her. She turned her head, not her body, away from the.. male? Yes, the male. Her attention now back on the setting sun and beautiful scenery. Mishka flicked out her tongue, already tasting the salty mist even before she put it out. Calm. She couldn't hide her emotions as well as some, but when it came to faking being calm she was a natural. Inside she was always insecure, always worried about her outer layer that peopele had to deal with. But right now, Mishka was acting calm- trying to keep herself from diving head-first into the icy water underneath her paws. And even that small thought got Mishka thinking about swimming away with the mermaids, living with the fishes. Reality is so easy to escape when you're imperfect.
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Post by Seven on Jun 3, 2011 14:44:41 GMT -5
Dear sir? Hardly. If he needed any more assurance that the Dobe was blind, that was it. Wesley did not exactly put forth a kind exterior. He was accustomed to getting as good as he gave, which was anything but a warm greeting. As he sat there with his quasi-permanent scowl, she was oblivious enough to sound civil. Wes remained silent for a beat longer than was comfortable for most, studying the pale, sightless face of his companion. He was interested, especially after her polite greeting. How had she managed to not turn into a paranoid, solitary shrew after living on her own with such a disability? He was a cynical soul though, and was only considering how he would handle a similar situation. Hoping for an interesting encounter to break up the monotony of his life, Wes decided to humor her.
The Doberman had turned her attention away at this point, back to the horizon over the water. What enjoyment could she be getting out of the view? he wondered. She seemed content enough, keeping a composed exterior. Wes wondered how much of that was for show. "I am Wesley. Vhe certainly haven't met before, devochka." His voice rumbled with a rich Russian accent, breaking only on the first letter of his name. The "W" sound was not natural in his native country, but because it was his name he had made an effort to pronounce it as it was meant to be. The Ovcharka mix was curious to see how she'd react to hearing him speak, as he knew that his deep voice would give away his considerable size. He stood up and shook the wet sand from his coat, keeping his gold eyes trained on the female. She posed no threat, as far as he was concerned, but old habits die hard.
Distant thunder rumbled behind the dog, and he turned to see a tumultuous mass of dark clouds building. You have to love Spring weather. It would be some time before they moved to the beach, though, so he turned his attention back to the water. The tide was coming in, so he took a deliberate step back. "I vhould recommend leaving ze vhater, devochka. Ze storm vhill make it unpredictable." Even as he spoke he could see a wind line coming in, making the clear blue water choppy. |
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Post by H.ostile on Jun 6, 2011 11:30:55 GMT -5
MISHKA
, INTO YOUR LIFE. INTO YOUR DREAMS [/size] [/center]
Mishka didn't turn her head to him at the reply, it would do no good. Instead, she gave a small noise- one could relate it to the noise you make when thinking. ''Russian, I see. Beautiful country- I'm guessing you've been there, yes?'' Mishka laughed after replying, she couldn't really see anything. Simply a metaphor. But it wasn't a humor-filled laugh, it was a harsh laugh. A mean laugh, one that meant she was tired of running away from her disability.
She could hear a soft rumble from above, not bothering to lift her head up to pretend to look at the clouds. At least he'd been seeing the same thing she always saw. Grey. Only sometimes would she get small flickers of light in her eyes, no real specific images. But then again, everyone had always told her those were just memories from inside her head. Memories of seeing clearly that haunted her only once in awhile.
The water hit her forelegs and she moved away a few steps, obviously taken aback by the water coming up so high so quickly. It was hard to hear his reply fully, but she caught small fragments of it. And even those were enough to make her rage. She whipped her head towards him, a snarl on her maw. ''Don't you dare try to help me out. I'm not incapable, do you understand?'' She dug her claws in the sand, the expression on her face scared, angry. She was like a child, a young child in need of a friend.
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Post by Seven on Jun 6, 2011 23:25:04 GMT -5
Wesley snorted in response to her little joke, a smirk spreading across his muzzle. "Somesing like zat," he said vaguely. He noted her harsh laughter, thinking back to his "bitter, old shrew" thought from earlier. He hadn't been so wrong, then. Her view on life was, in fact, more jaded than she let on. Instead of going on to analyze every contour of her face and every inflection in her voice, Wes let the thought drop. He had been right, that was good enough for him.
He wasn't expecting the violent reaction to his words of advice. Wes was taken aback, to say the least, at the sudden snarling face he was presented with. The shaky, angry words she shouted at him didn't really help with the overall picture. What the hell had just happened?
While he wasn't sure how to handle that look on her face, this suddenly defensive, crumbling dog before him, he did know that he didn't take well to being snarled at. With a low growl, Wes took several deliberate strides forward, closing the distance between them rapidly. He shoved her back with his shoulder, then remained in her space, snarling. He had effectively pushed her the rest of the way out of the water, but the only thing he was concerned with right now was getting his message across. He held himself stiffly, snarling right back at her for a moment with his muzzle held level with a cropped ear. He stopped suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Point taken."
With that the molosser moved back, keeping his hard gaze steady on the white Doberman. Considering the issue dealt with and finished, Wes relaxed immediately. Jaded AND damaged. Well, this is going to be fun. Emotional baggage wasn't Wesley's thing. He had better things to do than be a therapist. In truth, he found himself looking up the beach, considering taking off. It wasn't a shred of sympathy that compelled him to stay, but rather a desire to see what her recovery time was like. He could brush off a conflict like it was nothing, but he found that most dogs took offense for a bit longer. "Vhat is your name?" Let's start back at the beginning, shall we?
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Post by H.ostile on Jun 7, 2011 9:28:20 GMT -5
MISHKA
, INTO YOUR LIFE. INTO YOUR DREAMS [/size] [/center]
Life was so confusing. Her feelings were all jumbled up, mixed everywhere. She hadn't seen him coming, obviously, and he seemed to knock her down with grace and quickness. At one point in all of this, Mishka was actually feeling a little puppy love going on. Wesley pushed her out of the water, out of danger's hands. She was hating him, and crushing on him at the same time. When he had his muzzle to her ear, she sucked in her deep breath. Fighting to keep herself from licking at the ear.
And then he was moving away from her, leaving her body feeling empty and well.. empty. Mishka had to clear her voice, shaking away any thoughts of him in her head. ''Mishka. But do not call me Mish kuh, it's Meesh kuh.'' She gave a small nod to seal the deal. A paw coming up to scratch at her ear, her head reaching down to rub in the sand. Her bodice swayed on the ground, paws up- reaching to playfully grab the air.
Sniffing softly, Mishka lifted her body up- shoving her shoulder into him and moving passed him. She had to put her paws before her body, feeling her way out of this hell hole. With her head down, she whimpered softly. ''I need help to get out of here, please.. help me.'' She hated asking for help, but it would only get worse if she didn't ask sometimes.
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Post by Seven on Jun 7, 2011 17:39:39 GMT -5
Calm to angry to foolish to... Damn. And Wesley thought he had problems. Well, no; Wesley considered himself perfect just the way he was. Still, the point remained that this chick had issues. She didn't seem to mind being pushed around though. Obviously that meant she didn't take his threat seriously. Wesley stood, watching her coldly. He frowned as she approached him, baring his teeth when she got too close for his level of comfort. Realizing this warning would do no good, he added a growl and stepped purposefully to the side.
The plea for help would have surprised him a few minutes ago, but at this point he considered Mishka well on her way to a nervous breakdown. Wesley did not love, he did not care, he simply didn't feel beyond the barest of emotions. Curiosity would only take you so far in a relationship, and his short temper often undid any progress made anyway. A clingy, blind, albino female wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to deal with. And the beauty of being completely under your own power? You didn't have to deal with anything.
With a huff, Wes scanned the beach. The clouds were rolling in steadily, and the waves were louder. Wesley didn't mind the rain, but he wouldn't mind finding someplace more sheltered. He turned away from Mishka, looking over a particular outcropping of rocks. It wouldn't keep him dry, but the rocks would stop the wind and blowing sand. Without a glance back, Wesley trotted toward the distant rocks.
A loud thunderclap made him pause. He held one forepaw in the air, ready to continue. The molosser turned his head slowly and looked at the lone figure still standing where he had left her. On some ridiculous impulse, Wes made a decision. Just until the storm passed. Rolling his eyes, Wesley barked out a quick command, "Come on. Zis vay." It was just loud enough to be heard over the waves, and enough for her to pinpoint his location. After giving her a moment to catch up, Wesley continued toward his destination. "Don't touch me again," he growled, stalking among the smooth boulders. It wasn't the Ritz, but it would do.
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Post by H.ostile on Jun 8, 2011 12:24:45 GMT -5
MISHKA
, INTO YOUR LIFE. INTO YOUR DREAMS [/size] [/center]
Mishka assumed she was rolling her eyes when he yelled at her. ''I'm blind, not deaf.''She called after him, her forelegs springing as she hopped towards him. The sand was thickening, getting soggier as she moved over to Wesley. When she was close enough she considered touching him with her snout, to make sure he didn't leave her. But just then he barked out his second command. She shook her head lightly, feeling more bullied than ever. Her eyes gazed down- they came to no use anyway.
She followed him, and when her paws hit smooth rocks- she backed away slowly, her body cowaring against his. He wasn't really reassuring when it came to protection, but it was obvious he wouldn't be taking advantage of her any time soon, probably never. First impressions were always the worst, sure, but when you were a blind female you seemed to be able to tell a person's true personality from even things as new as first meetings.
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Post by Seven on Jun 8, 2011 13:50:56 GMT -5
Wesley cracked a reluctant smile at her snide comment. It was a good sign that she had regained her composure to some extent, which left Wes far less uncomfortable with his snap decision. Helplessness, dependence, those were things he avoided like the plague. Obligations never saved anyone's life. Deciding to wait out the storm with the dobe was bad enough. Wesley stuck to his choices though, so she was in no danger of being left alone. For now anyway. The dog looked up at the sky, blinking as the rain hit his face, gauging how much time he'd have. From his current position he couldn't see an end to the storm. Wes sighed, but there was nothing he could do about the weather.
It was then that he noticed Mishka pausing, moving back. He looked down and back, brow furrowing. An impatient comment was already making its way to the surface when she moved closer to him for comfort. "Vhat did I just say?" He sounded exasperated, but didn't move away. It wouldn't do any good anyway. He'd rather have a Doberman sized tumor than a nervous wreck. She was uncertain about something, and, looking around, Wesley guessed that it was the sudden change in environment. "Rocks, devochka. Zey don't bite."
Stepping forward again, just walking now, Wesley moved deeper among the boulders. He found a sheltered area and circled twice, then laid down. It was more pebbly than rocky here, and the wind was halted altogether by the looming, sand-blasted rocks. It really wasn't the most uncomfortable place in the world. Stretching his forelegs out in front of him, the dog lowered his head to his paws and rested his eyes on his companion.
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Post by H.ostile on Jun 8, 2011 16:27:28 GMT -5
MISHKA
, INTO YOUR LIFE. INTO YOUR DREAMS [/size] [/center]
His sudden rough voice made her tense up. He didn't move away from her, so Mishka thought it her responsibility to move away from his body heat, feeling somewhat empty as the cold wind brushed her fur into a mess. She sneezed a little, obviously catching something from the cold winds that were now blowing fairly hard.
As he spoke for a second time, Mishka turned her head towards him, assuming she was looking directly at him. ''Don't you dare mock me.'' Her voice was quiet, but steady and stern, this was his warning, and if he failed a second time she would be leaving, even if that meant getting struck by lightning.
Her eyes softened as she watched him move to lay down, his eyes on her. She refused to listen to her mind, moving towards him carefully. She searched him out with her keen sense of hearing, curling her body up into a circle right beside him- close enough to touch his stomach with her back. She let her head rest on her paws like he had, closing her gray eyes weakly.
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Post by Seven on Jun 8, 2011 17:24:21 GMT -5
Wesley yawned, reviewing her quiet order. She was obviously trying hard to seem in-control, but you don't get to crack and break down in front of Wesley and expect him to forget. He was chilly by default, but this was magnified when he was faced with dependence. He had to give her points for managing to pull off such a facade with relative ease, though. He didn't mind hearing her cold tone and seeing her move away. It was best that she become disillusioned now. He was not some warm and fuzzy teddy bear to keep the demons away.
It was with this in mind that he watched her approach and seek out a comfortable spot. Naturally this had to be right next to him. He didn't give it much thought, though. There wasn't exactly a massive amount of free space, and smaller spaces and closer bodies meant more warmth. He had not missed the fact that the cold was getting to her. His own plush, Northern coat was more than sufficient for this cold spell. Without thinking, Wesley rolled onto his stomach and shifted slightly so that the entire length of his body was against her back and serving to keep the female warm. He laid his head back down on his paws, staring pensively into space.
Wesley guessed that they were around the same age, but he couldn't help feeling that he was the older of the two. Wesley had often felt too old for his 3 some years, and the fact that he was so utterly disenchanted with life only added to the illusion.
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