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Post by Meera on Mar 13, 2008 15:22:47 GMT -5
J e r e m e Tail wavered from side to side as the German Shepard trudged along the rocky bay. His muscles rolling beneath his ragged fur. He looked like a fighting dog had escaped from it's ring. He looked like something no one wanted to bother with, even if he were speaking to them. Well. heed their warnings. He is nothing to bother with. He is one that could care less about the scents of a female in heat. He could care less if you were pup. All in all, he would kill you. Whether you were just born, or too old. Jereme took no pity. Let alone. Mercy. However. These things could be obtained, but you would have to be pretty damn special in his view. A grunt escaped him as he halted at the water's edge. Watching the black water lap at the shore. Watching it's silky surface glimmer in what light speared through the dim, overcast sky. His vision dull, and heartless. His facade expressionless as he stared at nothing in particular, before he entered the cool water. You could see the dirt, and other particles flee from his pelt as he began to swim. His strokes, strong, and determined. He soon dove under water, hearing the hiss, and sizzle of bubbles as the oxygen trapped in his fur was finally released. He sneezed as his cerebrum bursted through the surface. His body dripping with the liquor of life as he stepped back onto the shore, shaking the liquid from his hide. " 'bout time the fucking ice thawed." he mumbled to no one as he sat down, grooming his fur. The dog tags from his old police job clanking, and ringing like bells as he moved around to get every part of his fur groomed, that he could reach.
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Post by Socks on Mar 15, 2008 12:47:55 GMT -5
Marron
Selecting the boulders that I wished to tread upon leading me on the frequent journey to nowhere, I kept my folded auds perked. Continuously I would gaze out at the murky waters, observing crystallized ripples chasing one another towards the shoreline. Truthfully I was uninterested with what the outside world had to offer, which kept me on the move. I wanted to see things, hear what other canines where confined. I’m not accurate if it makes much sense, but I’m not tied down to a pack or nonetheless weighed down by any responsibilities. I’m free to stray as far as I wished, at least for now. Who knows if some other ‘big bad’ wrench or brujo wanted to declare me theirs. I’m not a possession to claim, or else own. Exhaling the scents of the liquid not to far away, another aroma of a canine lingered with it. I stood motionless for a moment before picking my way over to the source. My chocolate toned physique stood out from the dull, weathered gray stones that surrounded me. Stepping on a unfastened stone, I carefully balanced on it until I spotted a sturdier boulder just near me. It was relatively smooth and worn down until it was almost in a sphere form, it looked like someone chopped a good portion of the top off. Leaping from the looser rock removed it from its original position, forcing a hideous cracking sound as it broke into two. I sat squarely on the newest stone of my choice, scanning the rocky terra for the other canine I had scented. There it was, another German Shepherd. Seems like there was many forms of the breed like his running around. I didn’t catch what he said, but he was near enough that I could see him grooming himself. Lifting my Doberman frame into the standing stance, I went down close to him, straying a comfortable distance away. Then I sat again, my cropped tail shifting as I did. “How was the dip?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
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Post by Meera on Mar 15, 2008 13:07:49 GMT -5
J e r e m e Zenith turned sharply as lyrics touched his appararus. Golden tabiries examined the harlot's physique. She was definately not one of his breed, then again. He didn't give a rat's ass. Trap gaped. Deep, dire, yet almost silent verbals escaped his pharynx. " Indeed good." His simple retort falling away into silence as he glared at the Doberman. Well. He had seen a lot of those in his days on the force, but now seeing them were like winning the lottery. Heh. Guess Jereme got lucky. Crest uncurled so he soon faced the mistress. " You be?" Nochalant syllables quizzed as he rose to his feet. The rocky foundation crackling beneath his weight as he stood in on spot. Duos perched upon his dome to their limits. Now. What brought such a dame out here on such a dull, depressing day. He thought most dogs would spend the day hunting, or just laying in their dens with their families. Hm. Guess the vixen didn't have a family, let alone, a home. Eh. Neither did Jereme. He just roamed with his free will, & stayed where ever he wanted. However. His navigations never left the city. Maybe this chick was just passing by. Who knew? She did of course, but he had yet tp figure out, & with every second passing, his curiosity grew, though. Then again. Jereme could care less about one's background.
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Post by Socks on Mar 15, 2008 20:32:18 GMT -5
Marron Elevating my tiara elegantly I dropped my gaze from the brute, hazel pitched globes observing the murky liquid lick at the coast. Bulky ashen clouds screened over most of the sun, roughly eliminating the luminous sparkles as solitary rays shone upon the fluid. “Indeed good.” Exquisitely I dipped my crown as the almost faint declaration came forth. Not that I frankly cared how his bathe went, I just couldn’t uncover the right words. Observing his figure I noticed that he had an absent globe. It wasn’t as disturbing as it would’ve been to most others, I was fairly used to it. Noting the similar K-9 tags dangling from his lapel made me release a faint gasp. That explains it all. My own police label had been displaced once I was on my way to the pound, since after all I was sort of fired. It wasn’t my fault. Now I lug a unexciting emerald band, no tags present, only the silver ring as an exception. “What profession did you provide, if you don't mind me asking?” My tones were somewhat tart, but I was curious. I didn’t offer much in my expression, merely interest. Once more I caught his voice, and I thought briefly. Was he trying to pry into my personal affairs? Well, even if he weren’t, I would only give him what I wanted. Standing up, I glanced away briefly, “My name is Marron, and I’ll throw in a piece of my past. I used to be one of the police dogs where they’d send you in a building where a hazardous criminal would be hiding, that way if they had a weapon I’d get hit first.” Fortunately for me I’ve dodged the risky business unharmed. Only when I did my dirty deed did I throw myself into harm.
As he shifted the stone base under him shrieked under his weight. Where I was positioned the stones under my mitts were actually more of finely worn pebbles. Dampened from the liquid since a higher current that had been there earlier, they seemed to shift with a silent reverberation as if they were marbles. Silence seemed to engulf the atmosphere during the moment, besides the grating stones and the almost hushed racket of the water, I settled back down. Folded auds atop my tiara rested comfortably as I waited for his reaction, though I was more vigilant within then he might suppose. I was well ready to spring at him, or perhaps dodge an attack if he wanted to throw one at me. I wasn’t pleasantly in the mood for a brawl, especially with a brujo who should have decent fighting skills. After all, since he was a police dog wasn’t he thrown into agility? I was. My lithe frame proved my ability to move swiftly, but most of my blows can be quite disastrous if you didn’t watch yourself. Darkish honey kissed limbs were tucked smoothly against my bod as I straightened my sit, returning the glare he offered me. I wasn’t the normal ebony and russet toned coloring as most Dobermans, instead I have a dark chocolate against a much lighter tint of honey. Faded reddish chocolate colored my nose, which was twitching as I inhaled his scent. With the same light honey tint dotting my eyebrows, I raised them slightly as I waited for an answer.
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Post by Meera on Mar 25, 2008 12:12:28 GMT -5
J e r e m e Melarkies pricked at her syllables. Orbits now filling with a bit more interest about this vixen. Oh. So she used to be in the force as well. Wasn't that a nifty little coincidence. Membranes twitched as they sucked in more of her scent. Muscles rolling freely beneath his thick canvas. Physce racing with thoughts, and answers as she asked him a question about his professions. Well. Lets see here. Jaws gapped. Cold, yet bored lyrics escaping his esophegus. " I chased down the criminals when they started to run. I also sniffed them out when they were hiding, I sniffed for drugs, and I helped the police avoid field mines." Yes, yes. He did quite a lot when most dogs only did two or one job, but he was trained specially. He was different from the average police dog. Very different. Ligaments lifted, pulling his carcass, hsarply back into movement. Navigating in the opposite direction from where the chocolate hued dove sat. Plumice just laying limp as he wandered carelessly. As far as his logic went, the conversation was over unless the mistress had more to say. Well if she did she could just follow him. After all. He wasn't on to stay in one place for too long, and the fact that she was female had no effect on him so either way. he could care less what happened with you.
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Post by Socks on Mar 27, 2008 14:59:32 GMT -5
Marron Folded auditives elevated as she caught an answer. Seems so that he too was once a law enforcement canine, unmistakably. Such a fluke should not be twisted in the wrong hands, and the mocha harlot would be sure to keep on her toes. Her tiara cocked ever-so slightly with mere interest however she had captured the boredom straying within his tones. Perhaps he was unconcerned about the mistress? That’s moreover not the point, in truth she didn’t know what to make of him. The minx was further than curious about the brute and she wasn’t ready to allow him to slip away so easily. She hated the reality of life in which is a track with different hurtles that you must clear. This guy had her attention so to speak. Usually she guided herself into overlooking the differing sex. Her flanks heaved with a grave exhale of carbon dioxide as he turned away, leaving her bemused. At the moment the most essential query was if she should tread after him or depart. With a soft snort the nymph stirred effortlessly until she spaced her jaws in a yawn. With that she drew up to his side. “You’re making me believe that I’m no good as company,” she spoke with tart syllables and glanced at him. The banshee made no attempt to flirt, seeing that he probably wasn’t the type. “If you fancy me to leave, I won’t hesitate.” That was a lie. She would trail after him all day and at all costs for him to notice her. Why was she acting like this now? Who knows. Conceivably it could be the lonesomeness and boredom feasting on her like maggots.
[ooc] Sorreh if the post is beyond crappy but I wanted to try something different. [/ooc]
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Post by Meera on Mar 27, 2008 16:34:51 GMT -5
J e r e m e Golden tabiries were sharply diverted in her general direction. Visage holding no emotion as she spoke. He scuffed lightly at her last statement. " I don't own this land, vixen. I merely saunter upon it. So. If I do not own these lands, or hold any certain rank then why do you speak to me in a manner of me wanting you to leave? You obviously have free will, and you seem the type to use it to it's advantage. So what use is it telling you I want to be alone, if you could, and possibly would just keep following me?" A brow was quirked lightly at the henna dame. Labrums curling in a very, very faint smirk. Sure. Sure. Maybe she would use that ' I'm only respecting your privacy" then again. The chocolate baroness might have thought of an entirely different retort. Either way. Interest was deffinately glinting in the misc of his globes. Jereme snorted, looking ahead once more though his acoustics quite alert for the maiden's voice.
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Post by Socks on Mar 27, 2008 23:13:04 GMT -5
Marron He’s an intelligent canine, and I’d have to respect him for that. Its not an everyday thing to walk up to a dog that you don’t have to baby talk. I much rather preferred intellectual dialogues but this had come to a surprise. The baffled expression on my mug was priceless. “For one,” I suspended my words, as if I was considering my statement, “I believe most canines like to feel high and mighty even if they didn’t own any terrain. Dominance or authority cruises within you, right? You can’t deny it, because every breathing thing experiences it whether the characteristic is quiescent or not.” Even if I was incorrect, the behemoth would possibly correct me. I was well conscious of it. “Free will, hm, sure. Just as you may be a wandering spirit.” My voice held not a drop of serious attitude nevertheless more of a nonaligned one. Slightly twisting my tiara around to observe his expression, I discovered that a pale smirk started to tug at the corners of his mandibles. Interest was luminous in his globes, mine reflecting much of the same only vaguely. Presently I was searching for a motive that kept me following him yet I had no apparent reason. I kept a steady pace with his own however I lagged behind enough that he was a few inches in the lead. Another query popped into my mind as to what his calling was, but like most others I smothered the tiny voice out. If he wanted me to know his name, he would tell me. After all, I myself loathe naggers that pester you for a given name. If he happened to ask, fine.
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Post by Meera on Mar 28, 2008 14:12:32 GMT -5
J e r e m e Visionaries blinked as carcass ambled across the pebbly lithosphere. Plumice hanging lifelessly as he edged forward. Pads soon tickled by blades of grass. Announcing an end to the rocky shore line. Golden castor prickled slightly as lyrics from the auburn jezebel flooded his caverns. A mere scuff was his first retort, if anything else. " Well. I won't lie. I do experience it, but I don't push it like the other mangy mutts you might have encountered. Surely you've noticed?" his dial sharply turned to her. Single voidlet now glinting with amusement more than anything. Heh. This girl had a sharp tongue, and mind. Something Jereme himself thought didn't exhist anymore in the world of the monarch, but it was deffinately nice to hear it still exhisted by this one fetale. One, in the many canines he had met in this humanless world, had brains. Then again. She was on the force like him, but he was very different from the regular police dogs. Sure. There were others trained like him, but he had form of contact with them. Right now. This bruja next to him was the only police dog he had seen...alive that is. The rest he had seen had died from a world of mayhem. Not used to a life with out a human taking care of them. Well. Jereme's dad had taught him how to survive. So. Question was. How did Marron survive? Was she propelling off of survival instincts? or was she trained to survive with out humans like him? Well. That question is why he was so interested in the brown female.
| ooc- Omg. Sorry Socks. LOL. I forgot. Jereme only has one eye. Lol his left eye has a ragged scar from a large cat. Yes. His left eye is the one that was taken out. Lol. I'm sooo sorry. Lol. You don't need to modify your posts, just make sure to say " she looked at his one eye" in stead of his eyes.
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Post by Socks on Apr 1, 2008 5:56:49 GMT -5
Marron Impulsive thoughts seethed within my mentality as I enforced myself to peek at the virile, noting that only one globe was entrenched into his cranium. The sympathy I wanted to experience was vacant at the time and I couldn’t help but wonder how it had happened. Was it the labor of a police canine that caused the loss? Or perhaps he had been defending himself from something? My amber toned optics absorbed the frayed scar. I didn’t dare to speak of it, incase the statement would insult him. Instead I kept quiet, ignoring my own thoughts and keeping my skull lower than his out of respect, nothing more. The coarse nuggets under my mitts were reinstated by tickly lawn as I observed his statement through folded acoustics. Perhaps so, I thought. Anything could be the response, as well as an incorrect one. What kept me here, trailing beside him like a lost puppy? Where was my purpose at in this world? When would I ever settle down and try to find a pack to call home? Why would I ever? During the while silence devoured the atmosphere, leaving time for those thoughts, along with hundreds more, to compete for my attention. Then I stopped altogether. Hesitating to take on the next few steps, my expression was fairly baffled. Was I so soon shoving the trust-no-one code down the drain? The policy that I have been taught even as a puny pup was the least of my worries however I knew I should’ve been more alert. So be it, I shall be. Wearily I glanced over at the brujo, wiping the expression off my trap before he could catch it, hopefully. Making a few hasty steps to catch up, I decided that he was no menace so far. If so wouldn’t he have turned on me sooner?
A sea of feminine muscles swelled beneath my chocolate, honey-toned pelt. Within my lithe frame a block of ice was concealed, holding my heart however it’s beginning to dribble stubbornly into liquid. Why was it that I once was an Ice Queen, now a soon-to-be heap of snow? The meltdown hasn’t been the only thing happening. My piercing frosted stare is transforming into a still stinging, yet warmer stab. Yet bizarrely I’ve only shone this change to this guy alone. No one else. Sneaking a quick look over towards the brute’s solitary visionary, I wondered what was going through his own mind. Where was he going to go? Did he have a home or family waiting for him? Why am I asking so many questions? Shaking my cranium I released a snort before inhaling oxygen. Life is tricky already for me; nevertheless no match. Sure there is a time when I feel like giving up all hope but I’m too willful for that. I would keep going until I was weak from hunger as a fragile skeleton, or if it may cost me my life. If I was getting what I want, that’s all that would matter to me. Now what was I going to do? Who knows? “Mind if I catch your name?” I said, letting my gaze fall upon his visionary. My curiosity got the best of me, but I didn’t utter my name merely because if he wasn’t stating his I wasn’t going to let him have mine. I’m slick like that. [/size][/color]
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Post by Meera on Apr 1, 2008 15:04:39 GMT -5
J e r e m e Robust shoulders rolled carelessly. Harks twitching in the utter silence that had fallen around them in an awkward way. jereme snorted as Marron did; Not long after their snort did the chocolate coated dove start to speak. Her lyrics making him ponder whether or not he should conceive his birth rights. Single chasm turned to glare at her for a few moments before jowls parted. Toneless vocals breaking the moment of silence that had yet again settled like a fog. " Jereme. You are?" A single brow quirked at the doberman pincher. Burly pallet circuiting to look at her as duos pricked high upon his broad cranial. The reason he told her his name is because she obviously wasn't a threat, and wouldn't be even if she wanted to be. Thing was, was that Jereme could take on anyone dog he liked, and possibly come out as winner. So. Point here was, even though she was trained to be a fighter, jereme could easily take her down. How? Well it was quite simple. One, his fighting instincts would kick in, thus triggering fast reflexes. Two, he trained himself moves that any dog could learn, but would possibly take years. & three, the skills he already knew would be piled upon the new skills he had learned. In one way to summon it all up. Jereme was filled with surprises that could end any dog's life. Caput was turned to face ahead once more, though acoustics stood upon dome, waiting for the damsel to speak her name...that was if she wanted to, after all he had no use for her cursing.
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Post by Socks on Apr 1, 2008 15:42:24 GMT -5
Marron Jereme. The name played constantly in my mind, and chops parted as I began to speak. “Marron, it means chestnut in French.” I didn’t see why any canine should be called Chestnut, even if the name falls under a diverse language. Then again, what dog would be proud to bear the name Fluffy? I was more than prepared to emit a retort out if he dared to make fun of it. I may not appear to be it, but I’m sensitive. It doesn’t mean that I would trend off crying, I have…anger problems for that subject. Bottling up emotions isn’t a game I play; I demonstrate how I feel through language or expressions. I don’t intend to end up like the pathetic lowlifes that like to ‘trip’ over cliffs to cease their problems. No. Never. Mitts entrenched their signatures onto the slightly damp dirt as we continued our walk to nowhere, and I acted as if I suddenly grew bored with the conversation. Dragging my paws roughly upon the terrain I paused for a moment, as if I was thinking. Real hard. I hoped my actions wouldn’t offend Jereme. “Um, look,” I started, and suddenly the words scampered away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to irk him by ‘tagging’ along. Besides I just invited myself to interrupt the time he was spending alone. Perhaps he didn’t want me around. Though I wasn’t one to care about what most others thought I wasn’t in the mood to have my thin coat shredded. “I believe that I might get going soon.” My tones were low, but I really had no where to get going to. As I’ve mentioned before, I just didn’t want to bug him all day.
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Post by Meera on Apr 1, 2008 15:59:56 GMT -5
J e r e m e Single luminary turned upon the dove as she began to speak. Hm. Marron. Very odd, but he had not problem with it. Horns twitched as she said she might be going. Shoulders, yet again rolled beneath golden castor at her words in a simple shrug. " Your life. You do as you wish." his toneless words flowing from his maw in a bored way. Well. Jereme was headed home anway. To the lovely yet decieving crater he had claimed not too long ago. Marron could come if she wished, but the way her actions spoke to him, she didn't want to so he didn't ask, or push the matter anywhere it didn't need to go. Jeremed lifted his tail slightly as something caught his attention, but it was just a mere bird. Vision grew dull with boredom yet again. Eh. Maybe he would take a nap once he got home, or go hunting or even just lounge around, maybe even sun bathe or go swiming. Eh who knew. He was mostly undecisive, or grew bored of things rather quickly, especially since he was the only one in his lands.
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Post by Socks on Apr 1, 2008 20:35:15 GMT -5
Marron What’s immoral with him? Oh, I know, he just doesn’t care. I figured that the brujo would be placed in the category once I met him, though once curiosity hung in his atmosphere. Currently as myself boredom restored it. Astonishingly though Jereme is beyond diverse among other males; after all he hasn’t given a cows lick about me. Most brutes would be head over paws for a feminine, and yet Jereme acts like my gender didn’t faze him. I admire him for that. Observing a shrug from the brute, I figured that he wouldn’t heed what happened to me or wherever I go. When syllables escaped from Jereme I glanced away. He did have a point in several areas. Gnawing a tingle on my flank, I considered over the circumstances. “The problem, Jereme,” tones flowed in his direction, lifeless with boredom and a slight hint of seriousness. “I don’t truly know what I wish for in life.” It seems like life had little to propose to me currently, and every result appeared to weigh me down. I’m not tired of trying a thing; it’s the thing that’s exhausted of trying me. I find it tricky to discover a decent challenge anymore because I’ve already seen it or experienced it.
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Post by Meera on Apr 2, 2008 11:22:20 GMT -5
J e r e m e A slight chuckle escaped him as Marron went on. Oh yes. She was definitely interesting. " Not every dog knows what they wish in life, but mostly dogs want a home, or someone to love. Perhaps a family as well; Most of us would rather walk the line alone. What you wish in life is just another puzzle, but not many can ever complete it that's why we try different pieces, hoping to find that perfect fit." Jereme halted looking over at Marron. " You're a very interesting canine Marron, and you apparently have brains. That's why I give you the invitation to come to my lands for a visit or possibly a home." Jereme stared at her with his one golden orb. Yes. The very first invitation he had ever given out was given to Marron. She amused him, and he thought she would be perfect to keep him company. Yes. Amazing. As cold, and boxed up as he was. Jereme felt lonely at times. " Truth is Marron. I find you perfect to accompany me in my lands. You're practically the only canine I have ever had a good conversation with." He finished looking ahead. His facade remaining emotionless as he stared off into space, though still alert for Marron's retort.
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