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|  | Shades of Gray
« Thread Started on Feb 27, 2006, 8:53pm » | |
The first morning waking in a new place was always the strangest. For that instant of waking there was no way of telling how you had gotten there, where you were, even who-- you could be anyone, for that one second. Knives always took advantage of this situation, allowing himself to be anything, for that one moment he was allowed to be anything-- he would be nothing. It was a fantastic feeling where the weight of the world ceased to crush him, leaving himself free of the black and white life he'd been forced into it; it gave him the opportunity to stop, rewind, reflect, and relive his tales in a shade of gray.
He had arrived here just yesterday, and just as he was now he had been snoozing on the deserted sidewalk before being disturbed. A young man, a tough punk who had taken life to the streets. Just like Knives he had abandoned those who had taken care of them, out to prove to the world that he needed nothing and nobody but his own good self. Both had a common goal, but from the start they were at odds. This may have been because the young man, who had been riding a bicycle, had decided to plow purposefully into the sleeping husky just for the heck of it, relishing the surprised and pained yelps that erupted from the canine as he was struck, and the boy on the bike backed up a little to give the paining dog some room.
However, this dog wasn't like most, and the young man found himself gasping in his own horror when the large, wolfy dog dashed forward, flashed his teeth, and tore a large hole into the offending bicycle tire, rendering the vehicle useless. The fight was devoid of words or growls, just the clattering of a bike against the pavement as it was flung at the dog in order to warn to creature to back off. Also a nice, well-aimed kick to the gut was gifted to the canine, and the boy was satisfied that he had taught the dirty mutt a lesson. Unfortunately for the both of them, Knives was just as hard-headed as the teenager, and just as likely to back down.
Before the thought had even registered, the boy was on the ground, staring straight into the burning, gray eyes of the canine that perched on his chest. He could feel the sharp claws ripping cleanly through the shirt, gripping into his flesh as if making footholds. The boy's mouth had gone dry, and he found his own soul reflecting off the eyes of the canine. "I won't give up!" The teen shouted in the face of the dog, making the animal growl. "I can't!" To his surprise, the boy also found that his every word were also buried within those eyes. The dog stared him down, like it knew him.. like.. it was him, and it was infuriating. So infuriating that he could help himself but to raise his hand against it before being seized by nerve-racking pain that jolted his head back, leaving his dizzy after smacking his skull against the street.
Knives' fangs had found their sheathe in the soft flesh of the boy's hand. He acted only in self defense, not wanting to kill the young nomad, in spite of their rocky start. He understood the lad, breathed the same breaths, and spoke the same words. It would be a shame to kill what could possibly be his human counterpart. So that was why he had opted for maiming, not murdering, but boy the boy felt like dying, the way that damn dog was twisting his hand between its teeth. After a while the teen's soft cries had been silenced, and as man and beast sat there together a recognition of mutuality passed between them. Hence Knives released the boy, stepped off onto the ground, and cautiously walked away. Before completely leaving sight the husky turned to look over his shoulder, before once again making his way back to the borders of his home, leaving the boy to retreat in the opposite direction.
And now, a day later, Knives still slept like an old, lazy thing. True, he was awake seeing as he was remembering back to the day before with the boy, and that his eyes were open. but he did not allow himself to rise. Instead he basked in the coolness of dawn, enjoying the peace that it brought while he still could.
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| | Re: Shades of Gray
« Reply #1 on Mar 9, 2006, 7:55am » | |
For a long time, canine and silence have walked. The breath of air the only whisper she could hear, save the screams of horror she left behind. This place was of not much difference. Silence was a heavy weight...yet she knew that there were many who took footing here. She knew there were those who stalked her...and it was very likely she'd do the same as well, eventually. For now, she was only "exploring" her new homstead.
Auds caught the breath of another. Orbs began doing their own work. Her paws had halted so that she could get a better reading of the earth. She saw a few specks of yellow against gray and silver. It was like that...she'd see something in color, the rest in gray scale. She didn't know why, but it confused her sometimes. All she knew, was that there was nobody that had what she had...
The saw a heavy lump laying against the grass. It was silvery to her, just like it would be to mostly anyone else. She made no gesture in calling out to the beast, she would not warn him of her coming. Why? She was like that. She'd do things just to do them...
Ten feet seperated what she knew was husky and rottweiler. Her lips did not part as she stared straight down onto the laying pooch. Was he hurt? She contemplated the thought...a meal would be a nice thing to have tonight. Surely this brute could fill her more so than the rabbit she found in the prairie. Deer were so scarce lately...she did not know what it was about that, but they were scarce. She could not watch and listen any longer...she had to know who he was...or at least what he was doing.
'lo.
Her voice cracked at the sky like a lunge whip, splitting the prolonged silence that had grown between them. It was poison. Truely it was poison. It haunted those who feared her...which was everyone she knew. It wasa commanding voice, with lingering tempt. Some say she is a temptress, a seducer, but those who say that do not compare with the amount of canines and lupines that tell her she is crazy and insane. Demented...even.
ooc-sorry for da shortness. My muse will return soon...I know it!
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