The Latest Plague

[Novacaine]

There was a dim light shining from the so-called porch of one of the many trailer homes. It cast a bright glow out into the dirt road. Many bugs flocked to it, like moths and other strange-looking creatures, that rammed into the light with all their might. As if their life depended on touching the light and blinding themselves. A shadow was seen wandering down the dirt road. A fierce wolfish looking female. She was just taking a long walk, and somehow had ended up here. Her ice cold eyes scanned the homes, if any trouble came her way, she'd beat the living pulp out of it. She was in no mood for any s.hit tonight. As she walked along the road, she sang. A sweet, haunting voice rang out into the cool, dark night. It hung in the air and seemed to echo against the silent backdrop of the trailer park...

Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me.
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong...

As her silent paws carried her past one of the homes, the door flung open and two humans stood in it. Her singing was cut off in mid-sentence and she looked up. One was a female, the other a male. The male was in the house and he was fuming mad, the female was making for the door and was heading out into the drivway. The male grabbed something out of view and flung it at the female, it was a vase. It shattered on top of their car and the female got into it. Screaming and cursing the man for all he was worth. The dog watched still, a smile on her maw, as the female drove away. Speeding past her, sending up a cloud of dust and rocks. The dog laughed, making her icey eyes dance in the light, and she moved along. Her haunting voice filling the air again...

Oh, I heard a sick, sad voice
Oh It was honesty, I turned to her and said
We need to be medicated
I need the prescription
For full sight vision
If you're with me
We'll send the critics to hell
With the sounds of our voices....

[Disturbed]

Feeling strangely playful that night, for reasons unknown to him, the Ibizan hound had been chasing the moths fluttering about in the trailer light, keeping off to the side so as not to be seen. His narrow muzzle snapped at the air, trying to catch the wings of one of the fleeting forms in the darkness. They fascinated him, with their luck. When things got too horrible for them, too intolerable for them to stand, they just flew away. How sometimes he wished he had wings, wish that he could've simply run from everything in his past, fly away from it all and watch others from the clouds. But sadly, only birds and flies and such had such an ability. So, he spent his time stripping them of that ability. What made them so special anyway? The hound's contemplation was interrupted by a soft yet eerie voice that seemed to sink right to his bones and bounce of his skeleton roughly. Looking behind him, silver gaze landed upon a strange fae, the source of the melody. But the past had taught him to stay quiet around strangers, so he merely stood, not staring but more of observing...

[Novacaine]

The fae's ice colored eyes looked along the path ahead of her. It was getting darker as she drew away from all the so-called homes. She wanted to get out of here, and go into the city. Find herself somewhere to sleep and something to eat. But she was far from the city, or so it seemed. And she wasn't in too much of a hurry. She could go another day without food, and another night without sleep. Her insomnia keeping her awake at night, so she merely walked around at ungodly hours of the night. Lifting her maw up to the sky once again she sang another verse of her song;

All you better-thans that fed us s.hit,
Will be knocked on the floor,
So don't you place your bets just yet
All you treasure sleepers feed on s.hit,
You'll be knocked on the floor,

SO DON"T YOU PLAY...

The last line screamed from her throat and it echoed through the darkness. Making her shiver, it seemed like someone was singing with her. She smiled and looked around, sniffing the air. A familiar scent caught her attention, it was that of another dog...

"Well...are ya gunna show yourself or not?" She murmmered.

[Disturbed]

The Ibizan's ears perked strangely when the voice called out to him. He had been enjoying the song... to a degree anyway and was sort of disappointed when it stopped but still he said nothing. He wasn't sure whether or not to trust this dog, but he was never sure of such things. Still, he was one to be polite and eventually managed to take a few steps forward hesitantly but not skittishly. His time in this city had slowly taugh the hound to be just a bit more sure of himself, just a bit...

"Who's asking?"

[Novacaine]

She smiled, Ah, some company at last...no more of this being alone crap. The voice coming from the brute was very soft and sweet, she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. Stepping forward on silent paws she padded over to the brute, who seemed to be half hidden in shadow. As if he didn't want to show himself, only when he'd get into the full light could she see him. By the outline of his body she could see that he was somewhat taller than her and seemed to be of some breed she had never seen before...

At his comment she kind of laughed, "It's I who am asking..." She trailed off, getting closer but giving them enough space that she and him didn't feel cramped together. "I'm Tsinga, and may I ask who you are?"

[Disturbed]

Still staying in the relative shadow of the trailer beside him and out of the glow of the porch light, the hound dog ventured a tentative step forward, a soft glow revealing part of his face and leg but no more. he kept his head down as always, but his ears were up this time. He liked this female's voice for some reason. She sounded kind of like his mother used to...

"You may... My name's..."

He paused at that moment, unsure as to whether or not give his calling to such a stranger. But, she had given hers so why not? She would laugh, that's why not... Yet the chances of hr knowing its meaning were slim to none. She'd have to be from West Africa to know what it meant and, from the look of her thick pelt, the brute decided she wasn't.

"I'm Sobek..."

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