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Post by lindzey on Feb 28, 2006 8:48:30 GMT -5
Leaves blew into a funnel shape as the cool Spring air whipped through the deserted park. Wonderful fragrance of blossoms and love littered the wind. A dog, hidden by the shadows, scoffed. "Spring... what a waste of time." Its voice was deep, dripping with malice.
The silver moon in the sky gave off an eerie glow. It was dusk, the sun still barely visible behind the tall maples and mountains. Dark clouds billowed in from the west, snaking its wide arms around the moon as if God himself were trying to suffocate the large star.
The giant brute lay on the dirty ground, grass beginning to appear. He sighed and looked up to the Heavens. His ocean-blue eyes searched the darkening sky for something, but his view was quickly blocked as the storm clouds filled the vast emptiness.
His plan in this large city was to cause havoc, make himself known, save a few dogs, and kill many more. The black Belgian gave a low, pleasurable growl. He could almost taste the blood on his lips, and hear the ripping of weak muscles. The brute killed dogs not for food, but for revenge. His only love was murdered by a pack of killers four years ago. Ever since, the beast planned to wipe out every goddam murdering pack on the face of the earth... or until he, himself, died.
He laid his large dome on the oversized and worn paws. The brute closed his eyes, preparing himself for a powernap. While dosing off, the dogs thoughts drifted in and out of dreams. A dog howled in the distance, a long, billowing sound that floated across the terra.
The Belgian pulled himself up, yawning loudly. The short powernap had reenergized him enough to roam the huge city. Giant chest held out, tail firm and long, dome held high and a powerful look in his ocean eyes, the male called back loudly into the black sky.
"I am Black Moon. Meet me, and you may have a friend for life. Approach me wrong... have a foe forever."
Closing his maw, the black prince scanned the surrounding area. It was almost completely dark now, the stars shining, but to no comparison to the glistening moon. His ocean-blue's {his eyes} focused in on a tree, a few feet away. Paw after paw hit the ground as the Belgian advanced toward the tall sycamore. Either his sharp eyes were playing a nasty trick on him, or there was the limp body of another dog behind the trunk of the tree...[/size]
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Post by Missy on Feb 28, 2006 9:12:46 GMT -5
Jem had left the estate and was doing he rusual thing of romaing the night, she howled she had a few friends who hugn around here and she wanted to see if they were there, jem didint have the pack mentality or a vicious one she just wanted ot have fun rather like a young pup, she bright white form of jem came shining from behind the tree as she stepped out looking at this large shadow coloured brute a smile upon her maw as she looked at him with her sparkling eyes.
"evening sir, i didint mean to disturb you i was just wondering if there were other canines out here tonight"
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Post by lindzey on Feb 28, 2006 9:30:00 GMT -5
Black Moon stopped where he was, standing on three legs, one paw in the air. The Belgian saw this fluffy, white, poofy creature emerge from behind the tree. This fae was short, and fat by the looks of it. Maybe its just her fur... The tall, erect ears caught the sound of her puppy-like voice. "Didn't mean to disturb you."
Putting his front leg back on the ground, the large black bru calmly began to talk. "You sure are a pretty young lassie. You must live with the two-leggeds, no? Of my many journey's, never have I seen such a snowball as you. What breed are you cursed or blessed?"
Black Moon's chest was still held out, proving he was bigger and stronger than she. She wouldn't attack, he thought But she may have a mate nearby. No telling with the idiots here.
The bitch made no point in being rude, nor disrespectful. The brute needed to learn that, here in New York, not all canines were killers like the pack in D.C. that murdered his mate. No, these dogs and bitches were just here for the food and entertainment. Maybe this city wasn't meant for Black Moon. He wanted revenge on his mate, and he would get it someway or another.
The black prince, dome held up high and banner swishing back and forth out of amusment from this pup-like fae, spoke again. "What is your name, missus?"
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Post by Missy on Feb 28, 2006 9:38:05 GMT -5
Jem was well a bit prissy sometimes but she codulnt help it she was of the highest pedigree and knew alot about her breeding.
"my name is Jem, and i am a samoyed,"
she was big and fluffy yes probably why shed been chosen by her humans., the samoyed is native to russia and was a tool of the samoyede people there, used for hunting pulling sleds even defending against attacks, a samoyed woudl be able to bring down a polar bear.
"snowball?"
she didint get it well she was white but so were alot of dogs maybe ti was because of her fur, but where she came from thick fur was necessary.
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Post by lindzey on Feb 28, 2006 9:52:56 GMT -5
The dark bru laughed heartily. Yes, he was sure of it. This poor fae was just love-sick with humans. Oh, Black Moon had nothing wrong against the humans. He was never sure why canines and felines alike hated them so much. They were their main providers of food, anyhow! But Jem, as she said she was called, still had pure-puppy in her. This was the fault of the humans, and the Belgian was sure of that. Living with the two-leggeds had always caused even the most deadly of dogs to have traces of puppyness in them. What did it matter, though? Sometimes it could save your life.
Feeling rather comfortable with the fae, Black Moon sat on his haunches. His front legs were long and muscular, simply from walking all over the United States. The ebony bru curled his tail around his back legs, keeping it from wagging. The fae was confused at why he had addressed her as a "snowball". Truly, his thoughts were confirmed. NY pets weren't the brightest.
Black Moon looked at the ground, a smirk crossing his maw. "So, you are a Samoyed, eh?" The smirk grew wider as he continued. "You are bred to live in the snow, thus;" nodding at the long fur "Having a thick coat. Yet you don't know what a snowball is?"
The bru had never really meant Jem harm, but if she was going to be allowed to wander around at night, she needed to learn the even most basic things about a street-dog. Black Moon knew how it was, living on the streets since birth, traveling to over 76 towns and cities in his 6 years of living on the streets. No, he definatly didn't stay in the same place for too long.
The scent of an approaching dog filled his nares. The dog was still several paces away, and Black Moon didn't give off the slightest hint he knew that the canine was nearing. Lets go,the black prince thought to himself.I would love to meet new friends... or even a few foes.[/color]
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Post by Missy on Feb 28, 2006 10:07:41 GMT -5
Jem knew what a snow ball was but she didint think she was that fluffly, well she knew now ahd sighed a little and lay down on the gras then sat back up again to scratched her right ear with her back leg, tonight was well rather boring alot of other dogs would play with her, she wasnt that old really only 5 so wasnt she aloowed to still act like a puppy?
"i know what a snowball is i get it, id rather be called jem though, so whats your name or do i just call you sir?"
she was respectfull and nice she onyl really caused trouble for humans.
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Post by lindzey on Feb 28, 2006 10:24:48 GMT -5
The Samoyed was very smart in her words, however puppy-like she acted. "I know what a snowball is. I'd rather be called Jem though. So whats your name or do I just call you sir?"
This completely caught Black Moon off guard. "My apologies, missus. I've never been so rude in my life. I am Black Moon, a Belgian prince." Though the black dog was slightly embarrassed, he still held his chest out and dome up high. He wanted to be sure that everyone knew that he was tough and strong.
The brute's ocean-blue optics looked down upon Jem. She was laying in the grass, scratching her ear. She reminds me so much of Visa... "I thank you for welcoming me." His voice was no longer tough and alpha-sounding, but was now calm and gentle. Black Moon felt sorry for the white puff ball. She lived with humans and didn't really know the ropes of the world.
"Listen," the bru began again. "Thank you for the chat. I'm sure you have other friends out there waiting for you. Why don't you go ahead and leave me to rest, I'll search on my own. Maybe we'll meet again sometime. NY isn't as big as everyone cracks it up to be, right?"
The prince's voice was stable, but his body-language, if read right, was hinting signs of lonliness. The frame of the dog was now on the ground, his head resting between his forlegs. For the time being, Black Moon didn't care if others saw him off-guard. He wanted to think of Visa, his lost mate.
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Post by Missy on Feb 28, 2006 10:31:55 GMT -5
Jem knew this one, her owner did it she was upset and told her to go away but really she wanted the company she just wanted to tell people to leave her alone even if she didint really want to be alone.
"i havnt actualyl got amny friends i was just going to go raid for some food i know there a house that the humans have gone away in and well they leave the back door unlocked,"
she was always going in there and stealing cooked chickens and they still didint look the door maybe it was broken or something.
"you could come too?"
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Post by lindzey on Feb 28, 2006 20:55:00 GMT -5
Black Moon coughed. Yes, he was ill, but tried to not show any signs of illness. "I'd love to tag along, Jem."
Did you honestly just accept an invitation?!
Smiling, the large bru followed the puffy ball of fur.
{ooc: Sorry, too busy to reply well}
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Post by Missy on Mar 1, 2006 6:12:39 GMT -5
(its ok)
She walked thgrough the park jumping onto a picnic bench she leapt over a fence stumbling onyl a ltitle bit as she looekd around, she codulnt smell anythign else around and shed seen them leave yesterday and they hadnt returned yet so food was free!
she walked to the back door and scratched at the edge of it working her claws into the hole to push it open, she walked in and looked around, there was a large cupboard of food like a pantry where they kept things.
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Post by lindzey on Mar 2, 2006 19:03:52 GMT -5
Black Moon followed the fluffy fae. Her tail swished side-to-side as they neared a house. The Belgian jumped up upon the table like the bitch had done, and he found himself in a yard that was empty. The bru watched as Jem edged her way to the door, sniffing around.
After the backdoor was pushed open, Black Moon sniffed around, just as the fae had. "Hmmm... smells nice." His large paws fell on the floor heavily, echoing across the open kitchen. "Lets see what we have here, shall we?" The oversized dog bounded up onto the dining room table, the weight of the dog causing the wooden object to creak and groan.
From up high, Black Moon could see everything. Especially the freezer with its door open. "Hey, Jemmers..." The black prince smiled. "I can see some bacon in the top box. Want some?"
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Post by lindzey on Mar 2, 2006 19:04:25 GMT -5
Black Moon followed the fluffy fae. Her tail swished side-to-side as they neared a house. The Belgian jumped up upon the table like the bitch had done, and he found himself in a yard that was empty. The bru watched as Jem edged her way to the door, sniffing around.
After the backdoor was pushed open, Black Moon sniffed around, just as the fae had. "Hmmm... smells nice." His large paws fell on the floor heavily, echoing across the open kitchen. "Lets see what we have here, shall we?" The oversized dog bounded up onto the dining room table, the weight of the dog causing the wooden object to creak and groan.
From up high, Black Moon could see everything. Especially the freezer with its door open. "Hey, Jemmers..." The black prince smiled. "I can see some bacon in the top box. Want some?"
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Post by Missy on Mar 2, 2006 19:25:32 GMT -5
Jem gave him a look of what the hell?
"jemmers?"
she laughed as she did the same with the pantry door as she had the back dour finding her way into the cupboard they had boxes of cookies and bread and cereals and other things, she took the box of cookies tearing it up and eating them.
"oh that sounds good"
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