Post by Chloe on Nov 30, 2007 15:19:50 GMT -5
Gray eyes welcomed the site of the flaming desert in all its burning glory, for the dog that held those eyes was used to the flaming heat. His tail wagged slowly as he took a step into the harsh environment. He rose his gray blue nose to the air and took a sniff. Nothing seemed alive in this ravished lands. With a gentle sigh, he walked into the Desert, his paws making a obvious pat pat pat sound as the rugged pads touched the even rugged earth. His nose-matching tongue hung from his mouth as he strolled through the desert lands, he looked up at the sun for a moment before smiling contently. A few more steps and he leaned against a large rock, curling up in its small shade that only dropped the temperature a degree or two. But Marco didn't mind it at all, he was tired and that's all that he cared for. His head tucked below his tail as he yawned, snuggling into himself as the sun slowly descended and the moon slowly rose.
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Blue fur came clearly into view. Paws moved slowly but steadily; tail twitching slightly. Pointed ears alert for any sounds of life that they could catch. Griffin moved his way through the Desert. He did not enjoy the heat. Nor did he enjoy the Desert. But he had his reasons, so he did not complain. Never did he complain. It was just not the way he was. If he was given something, he kept it. If he did not like it, he tried to change it. If he could not change it, he lived with it. He would not whine or complain. Just live and keep living. So Griffin continued through the oceans of sand, heat, and death.
The Desert is a terrible place. Plants do not grow. Rain does not fall. There is no beauty to most. Only horrible, dreadful death. Life cannot survive long under the conditions of the Desert. The lack of water, lack of food. And the sun. The sun becomes a bitter enemy in the Desert. It watches your every move and tries its very hardest to kill you. And that was what it was doing now; Griffin started to overheat. But it was common knowledge that this would happen, and Griffin, of course, was prepared. With not but a blink of an eye and a twitch of the tail, he used his powers to create small gusts of wind. It flowed around him and cooled him down with it's soft, cool air. And with his temperature at a comfortable degree, he continued on without a care.
It had started to grow dark by the time Griffin spotted something. Life. In the small shade of a large rock lay a Border Collie, curled up; sleep. He wondered how the brute could take the heat like that. Then he walked up the dog and stood near him quietly. He wouldn't want to wake him, no. That would be rude. So instead he sat down and simply looked around for a little, hoping that this new creature would wake up soon. Perhaps he was lost or something. If he had belonged to the Tribe, Griffin would have known him. Maybe he was new or something. It was quiet doubtful that he was an enemy. Confident in this, Griffin continued to sit and wait.
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A yawn met the lips of the sleeping form, for even in his dwindling sleep, he did sense the other brute. His ears went forward even before those helpless eyes were to open. As his lips met a yawn again, the seemingly dead eyes opened and looked upon the shadow of the new brute.
His eyes were blurred from the sleep, but soon he blinked them clear and looked up at the form before him. With careful meekness, he put his paws below him and sat up into a sit. He shook himself a moment, the sweat from the heat under his fur rolling down his skin and cooling him further.
Tilting his head with respect, he looked at the brute and spoke in a gentle, firm, and odd tone. Hello there, I am called Marco, and ye? He spoke with the politeness one would expect, and the yearning for acceptance in his voice seemed to outlive the words, for Marco had never had another dog stay by him for more than a mere second.
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An all black brute was watching from a way back. He was interested in these dogs. He had not seen another in days! He shook his all black coat as he stood up to stretch his legs. He wondered if he should stay back or find out what they were talking about. He was normally a loner, but he needed someone to keep himself company every once in a while. His orange tipped ears almost glowed in the sun.
He suddenly let out a howl for a drop of salty sweat had fallen into his eye. He suddenly stop moaning and looked around to see if they had heard him. They had and they were looking right at him. He was nervous. What if they wanted to kill me he thought?
"Hi" he said in a gruff voice
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Griffin.
His words were quiet and simple. Never did he say more than he needed to. However, right now he really felt the urge to ask Marco some questions. He really wanted to know if he belonged to the Meyde Tribe or not. He shifted his legs from one side to the other and simply stood there. This was usually what he did. He was a listener. That's all there was to it.
Suddenly, he heard a howl come from behind him. Calmly, he turned around to a large black Border Collie. When it noticed that they had seen it, it muttered a few words to them. Griffin dipped his head in polite return, but was wary of the other. He had a bad vibe about him. He didn't seem like he was in the right place. He exchanged glances with Marco, then looked back at the brute.
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Scavenger sensed that they knew he did not belong but he did not care. He just kept watching for a while. He was bored. He was hungry and he was in the mood to fight. He stood up and stretched his legs. He just kept watching them. His yellow eyes glaring at the two. He wondered if he was strong enough to fight them or not. He was not sure if these two were alliances or just talking. He was not sure if they would gang up on them. He decided he would watch them a little longer before he started a fight. But he was growing impatient. They looked more toned and better fed then himself. But Scavenger looked like he was taking the heat better then one of them.
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Marco looked at him for a moment, I can feel you have many questions.. I will be glad to answer then. His ear flickered, hearing something. He turned his head, setting his sights on another male. Silently he wondered if all he was destined to find were males.
Hello. He replied, as the voice of the other dog reached his ears. He shifted on his feet, feeling the eyes of the other on him again.
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There was an awkwardness between them. It bothered Griffin. He liked to listen to everyone else. He would rather not talk. But here was everyone just standing around staring at each other. And this made Griffin nervous. And furthermore, he wasn't sure about the nameless brute. He wasn't afraid of him, but bothered. He just stood there and watched them. He didn't look like he belonged to the Meyde Tribe, and Griffin had never seen him before. It was obvious he was not from around. And he was menacing. Angry looking. Like he wanted to fight. What did they do? Is there a reason for this response? The only explanation that Griffin could think of is that the brute was from Ryvorroth. But no... Ryvorroth was too far away... and why would they come here? They hadn't bothered them in years... Griffin's thoughts raced. Finally, he gave in and asked a question.
Are you from around here?
The question was directed towards Marco, but in a way he was indirectly asking the other brute. This was so indirect that he didn't even know it. Griffin was not the sneaky type. It just bothered him so much. What was going on?
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Scavenger grew very bored and waited. The pair seemed okay. He was not sure what to think of this though. He finally decided he might be able to make move. He walked a little closer trying to make them notice him getting closer by the minute. Scavenger was sweating heavily. The desert was no place for himself he thought. But instead of leaving he just waited and watched without speaking. At least until he heard a question he knew was directed to him really and not the other brute "No"
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Silver maw tilted heavenward, lips parted as melodic howl shattered the oppressively hot air, while the fae's tail hung limp behind her, though a strong wind blew as she howled, sweeping across the plains. The Alphess could feel moisture in the air as she closed her eyes peacefully as she could feel it accumulating, spreading, condensing... Dark clouds hung over the dessert now as the female continued howling, even as the rain began to fall. Then, as thunder boomed across the pack lands, she stopped, smiling to herself. Laying down on a red-tinted rock that she had found jutting out of the ground, she watched the males below her, though her face quickly became worried as she noted the strange black brute. another gust of wind could be felt, coming from the other direction as she took in their scents. Griffin, she knew. He was a close friend of hers; the other two she did not know, though the darker one caused her face to look more distressed. He carried a scent that worried her, a scent which she knew oddly well... Death. Low growl sprung from her throat as she jumped from the rock, running quickly over the slightly-dampened lands until she drew near to the other collies, where she slowed and approached somewhat slower, tongue lolling from her mouth as she panted, for even with the shower, the land was still hot and running could have easily overheated her... But she cared more about her pack. Nuzzling into Griffin's side, she grinned, looking as adorable as possible, "So, Griffin, who might your friends be?" She was teasing, of course, as he wasn't big on talking and she knew it. The lighter newcomer seemed alright, though he smelled slightly scorched, maybe it was just her nose. Something about her look seemed to convey the message Don't tell them who I am. Her actions were almost pup-like and her voice lacked the sarcasm that helped it to stand apart from all other tribe members, as her voice was an odd blend of honesty and sarcasm, though it usually held a slight hint of authority, even though her tribe members might very well be older than herself...
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Marco's ears went forth to hear Griffin's words. No, I am not. He replied after the dark colored Collie. His ears flickered as Scavenger got closer, his feet pawed at the dust ground for a minute. The silence was unnerving, until a shattering howl broke through it. His ears went up and his eyes wide as he looked around confused.
He rose his heads, seeing the dark clouds form above them. He tried to silently plee to the clouds to not open rain on them, but they wouldn't listen. As the rain rushed down, he seemed to droop and lowered his head and tail. His fur seemingly steaming; the others would probably assume it was just from his travels.
He looked up to see the female descend, he could not tell her rankings in the pack but the way she held herself made him certain she was higher up. He didn't want to intrude, but the silence of the other male made him speak his own name. My name, Ma'am, is Marco. His voice spoke, loud enough for her to hear him.
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Scavenger watched the fae. He gave her a gaze that read I don't care who you are and you don't impress me. He hated rain. His fur was all matted to his body and he couldn't see that great with his fur in his eyes. He watched the fae nuzzle one of the other collies. What was his name again? Hmm...Oh well. The heat basically knocked some of the sense out of him, as he had a bad memory at the moment. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he shifted his body a little closer. He was practically sitting next to them. The fae seemed a little nervous, but not really. He shook his body to get some of the rain of him, it did not help as fast as he shook it of, it came back. He tried to paw some of the fur away from his eyes, but did not succeed. He only got some dirt in his eyes and he let out a whimper you could hardly hear.
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Blue fur came clearly into view. Paws moved slowly but steadily; tail twitching slightly. Pointed ears alert for any sounds of life that they could catch. Griffin moved his way through the Desert. He did not enjoy the heat. Nor did he enjoy the Desert. But he had his reasons, so he did not complain. Never did he complain. It was just not the way he was. If he was given something, he kept it. If he did not like it, he tried to change it. If he could not change it, he lived with it. He would not whine or complain. Just live and keep living. So Griffin continued through the oceans of sand, heat, and death.
The Desert is a terrible place. Plants do not grow. Rain does not fall. There is no beauty to most. Only horrible, dreadful death. Life cannot survive long under the conditions of the Desert. The lack of water, lack of food. And the sun. The sun becomes a bitter enemy in the Desert. It watches your every move and tries its very hardest to kill you. And that was what it was doing now; Griffin started to overheat. But it was common knowledge that this would happen, and Griffin, of course, was prepared. With not but a blink of an eye and a twitch of the tail, he used his powers to create small gusts of wind. It flowed around him and cooled him down with it's soft, cool air. And with his temperature at a comfortable degree, he continued on without a care.
It had started to grow dark by the time Griffin spotted something. Life. In the small shade of a large rock lay a Border Collie, curled up; sleep. He wondered how the brute could take the heat like that. Then he walked up the dog and stood near him quietly. He wouldn't want to wake him, no. That would be rude. So instead he sat down and simply looked around for a little, hoping that this new creature would wake up soon. Perhaps he was lost or something. If he had belonged to the Tribe, Griffin would have known him. Maybe he was new or something. It was quiet doubtful that he was an enemy. Confident in this, Griffin continued to sit and wait.
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A yawn met the lips of the sleeping form, for even in his dwindling sleep, he did sense the other brute. His ears went forward even before those helpless eyes were to open. As his lips met a yawn again, the seemingly dead eyes opened and looked upon the shadow of the new brute.
His eyes were blurred from the sleep, but soon he blinked them clear and looked up at the form before him. With careful meekness, he put his paws below him and sat up into a sit. He shook himself a moment, the sweat from the heat under his fur rolling down his skin and cooling him further.
Tilting his head with respect, he looked at the brute and spoke in a gentle, firm, and odd tone. Hello there, I am called Marco, and ye? He spoke with the politeness one would expect, and the yearning for acceptance in his voice seemed to outlive the words, for Marco had never had another dog stay by him for more than a mere second.
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An all black brute was watching from a way back. He was interested in these dogs. He had not seen another in days! He shook his all black coat as he stood up to stretch his legs. He wondered if he should stay back or find out what they were talking about. He was normally a loner, but he needed someone to keep himself company every once in a while. His orange tipped ears almost glowed in the sun.
He suddenly let out a howl for a drop of salty sweat had fallen into his eye. He suddenly stop moaning and looked around to see if they had heard him. They had and they were looking right at him. He was nervous. What if they wanted to kill me he thought?
"Hi" he said in a gruff voice
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Griffin.
His words were quiet and simple. Never did he say more than he needed to. However, right now he really felt the urge to ask Marco some questions. He really wanted to know if he belonged to the Meyde Tribe or not. He shifted his legs from one side to the other and simply stood there. This was usually what he did. He was a listener. That's all there was to it.
Suddenly, he heard a howl come from behind him. Calmly, he turned around to a large black Border Collie. When it noticed that they had seen it, it muttered a few words to them. Griffin dipped his head in polite return, but was wary of the other. He had a bad vibe about him. He didn't seem like he was in the right place. He exchanged glances with Marco, then looked back at the brute.
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Scavenger sensed that they knew he did not belong but he did not care. He just kept watching for a while. He was bored. He was hungry and he was in the mood to fight. He stood up and stretched his legs. He just kept watching them. His yellow eyes glaring at the two. He wondered if he was strong enough to fight them or not. He was not sure if these two were alliances or just talking. He was not sure if they would gang up on them. He decided he would watch them a little longer before he started a fight. But he was growing impatient. They looked more toned and better fed then himself. But Scavenger looked like he was taking the heat better then one of them.
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Marco looked at him for a moment, I can feel you have many questions.. I will be glad to answer then. His ear flickered, hearing something. He turned his head, setting his sights on another male. Silently he wondered if all he was destined to find were males.
Hello. He replied, as the voice of the other dog reached his ears. He shifted on his feet, feeling the eyes of the other on him again.
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There was an awkwardness between them. It bothered Griffin. He liked to listen to everyone else. He would rather not talk. But here was everyone just standing around staring at each other. And this made Griffin nervous. And furthermore, he wasn't sure about the nameless brute. He wasn't afraid of him, but bothered. He just stood there and watched them. He didn't look like he belonged to the Meyde Tribe, and Griffin had never seen him before. It was obvious he was not from around. And he was menacing. Angry looking. Like he wanted to fight. What did they do? Is there a reason for this response? The only explanation that Griffin could think of is that the brute was from Ryvorroth. But no... Ryvorroth was too far away... and why would they come here? They hadn't bothered them in years... Griffin's thoughts raced. Finally, he gave in and asked a question.
Are you from around here?
The question was directed towards Marco, but in a way he was indirectly asking the other brute. This was so indirect that he didn't even know it. Griffin was not the sneaky type. It just bothered him so much. What was going on?
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Scavenger grew very bored and waited. The pair seemed okay. He was not sure what to think of this though. He finally decided he might be able to make move. He walked a little closer trying to make them notice him getting closer by the minute. Scavenger was sweating heavily. The desert was no place for himself he thought. But instead of leaving he just waited and watched without speaking. At least until he heard a question he knew was directed to him really and not the other brute "No"
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Silver maw tilted heavenward, lips parted as melodic howl shattered the oppressively hot air, while the fae's tail hung limp behind her, though a strong wind blew as she howled, sweeping across the plains. The Alphess could feel moisture in the air as she closed her eyes peacefully as she could feel it accumulating, spreading, condensing... Dark clouds hung over the dessert now as the female continued howling, even as the rain began to fall. Then, as thunder boomed across the pack lands, she stopped, smiling to herself. Laying down on a red-tinted rock that she had found jutting out of the ground, she watched the males below her, though her face quickly became worried as she noted the strange black brute. another gust of wind could be felt, coming from the other direction as she took in their scents. Griffin, she knew. He was a close friend of hers; the other two she did not know, though the darker one caused her face to look more distressed. He carried a scent that worried her, a scent which she knew oddly well... Death. Low growl sprung from her throat as she jumped from the rock, running quickly over the slightly-dampened lands until she drew near to the other collies, where she slowed and approached somewhat slower, tongue lolling from her mouth as she panted, for even with the shower, the land was still hot and running could have easily overheated her... But she cared more about her pack. Nuzzling into Griffin's side, she grinned, looking as adorable as possible, "So, Griffin, who might your friends be?" She was teasing, of course, as he wasn't big on talking and she knew it. The lighter newcomer seemed alright, though he smelled slightly scorched, maybe it was just her nose. Something about her look seemed to convey the message Don't tell them who I am. Her actions were almost pup-like and her voice lacked the sarcasm that helped it to stand apart from all other tribe members, as her voice was an odd blend of honesty and sarcasm, though it usually held a slight hint of authority, even though her tribe members might very well be older than herself...
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Marco's ears went forth to hear Griffin's words. No, I am not. He replied after the dark colored Collie. His ears flickered as Scavenger got closer, his feet pawed at the dust ground for a minute. The silence was unnerving, until a shattering howl broke through it. His ears went up and his eyes wide as he looked around confused.
He rose his heads, seeing the dark clouds form above them. He tried to silently plee to the clouds to not open rain on them, but they wouldn't listen. As the rain rushed down, he seemed to droop and lowered his head and tail. His fur seemingly steaming; the others would probably assume it was just from his travels.
He looked up to see the female descend, he could not tell her rankings in the pack but the way she held herself made him certain she was higher up. He didn't want to intrude, but the silence of the other male made him speak his own name. My name, Ma'am, is Marco. His voice spoke, loud enough for her to hear him.
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Scavenger watched the fae. He gave her a gaze that read I don't care who you are and you don't impress me. He hated rain. His fur was all matted to his body and he couldn't see that great with his fur in his eyes. He watched the fae nuzzle one of the other collies. What was his name again? Hmm...Oh well. The heat basically knocked some of the sense out of him, as he had a bad memory at the moment. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he shifted his body a little closer. He was practically sitting next to them. The fae seemed a little nervous, but not really. He shook his body to get some of the rain of him, it did not help as fast as he shook it of, it came back. He tried to paw some of the fur away from his eyes, but did not succeed. He only got some dirt in his eyes and he let out a whimper you could hardly hear.