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[[s.s leather and dragons]]

Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

A delicate, beautiful dop ambled into the park. She had a commanding, thunderstriking, confident air. She gracefully lay down, arranging her limbs into a majestically sprawling position.

She glanced aorund, wondering if there were even any otehrs in this new strange place. She tossed her head, and yawned. Then she went back to sitting perfectly still, looking indulgently upon the world.

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[Disturbed]

Dragging his back feet sloftly, the sleek form of a slender dog moved gently and delicately through the park, his pointed ears held against his skull, not caring what might sneak up with him while he was not paying attention. His death would only bring joy, no pain or sorrow... Someone should kill him. Averting his silver gaze to the sky momentarily, the Ibizan hound paused on the path, ignoring the two-leggers that moved past him. Usually, their presence was quite bothersome and even terrifying in some cases, but right now, he just didn't care...

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

Is somthign wrong?

She said, cocking her elegant head. She watched him, eyes burning into him.

[OOC// sucky post
I know. ]

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[Disturbed]

((S'okay. So long as it doesn't happen too often.))

The hound gave the stranger a sideways glance, not really paying too much attention to them. Why should he? They were just like everyone else. They'd talk to him for two seconds, decide he was useless and walk away forever. Sighing, the brute shook his head no solemnly. The most dense of rocks could see he was lying but he tried sometimes. No reason others needed to be bothered by his problems...

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

Do not lie. What is wrong?

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The dog barked, eyes narrowing slightly, but in a worried manner. [/color][/font][/center]

[Disturbed]

((Now you can do better than that one... Just ry and get to 50 words...))

The hound still shook his head no, pausing with it facing away from the stranger. In the bright moonlight, the white portions of his short coat seemed to glow a strange metallic hue, only reflecting in his truly silver gaze. He didn't want others to be bothered with even his presence let alone his problems. not like anyone could do anything about them anyway. most were imbedded deep in his past, where not even death could reach them. Sighing aloud, the hound sank back to his haunches, his pointed ears still back and his whip-liek tail between his legs. Not one to leave others totally out in the darl, not to mention at a current lack of certain social interaction, he ventured to say something in that soft almost child-like voice of his.

"Life sucks."

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

It only sucks becuase you make it so,

the other dog pointed out, her vixen-like face watching him. She shifted her inky body, and then sniffed hte wind causually. Her beautiful chocolatey brown eyes caught the moonlight in a most ... strange manner; lighting up so they appeared white for a moment. The scent of aprroaching others caught her attention, and she hid one paw under her body, acting upon instinct. That paw had flexed, and for a moment, the tatooed numbers were visible, before she hid them. His them, as she did to her past; as she did to her self.

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[Disturbed]

Still gazing blankly at the sky, the hound paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the world around him, with the exception of the female stranger beside him. Still, it was only her words that seemed to sink into his malnourished form, everything else went unnoticed. What did he care? No one else gave a damn about him, never had and never would. At one point, he thought that someone cared, once. But how foolish he had been. They left him and they never returned, he never saw them anymore and it was like they never existed in the first place. he had been blatantly dense to believe they actually cared. What was there to care about?

"Is that what you believe? How lucky you are to be able to think so optimistically. Like if you simply change one thing about yourself, that the whole world will suddenly change with you..."

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

Beacuse I knew you
Because I knew you
I have been changed for the better...

So you think I haven't had my fair share of hell?

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Her voice was amused, as if that was laughable. But the worried look at her paw, the one tucked under her chest, gave her away. She gave a little shudder then pulled a hasty maske of indifference; even hapiness onto her face. For a split moment, her eyes had regained the haunted, rabid look. She looked at the otehr dog, wondering what drove him into depression. What had pushed him so far into his own pain that he was acting like this. [/center][/font][/color]

[Disturbed]

The Ibizan hound made absolutely no move. He'd heard that sort of thing before. Everyone thinks their life is the worst, that no one has seen what they have and in many a case that might be true. Sobek never thought his life was any worse than anyone else's, he just knew it was worse than he'd be able to tolerate. That was all...

"I didn't say that you haven't..."

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

Well please tell me?

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she asked, watching him with her black eyes. Her elegant face was focused on him, and then she added,

I'll tell what this is if you do,[/i]

hesitantly holindg out her paw. On the pad was tattooed the numbers:10-8-11-11[/center][/color][/font]

[Disturbed]

Wrenching his gaze from the sky almost painfully, the dog's silver gaze landed faintly curiously on the pads of the stranger, reading the numbers printed there. He was now mildly curious as to why they were there but at the same time, would not tell his life to find out hers. Or at least, he didn't really want to. What good would it do her to know? She'd just hate him to, just like everyone else. He didn't want her to waste her energy yelling at him, telling him how worthless he was. Why should his problems bother her? Foreging a grin, the hound looked away again. Not to the sky, but away from the female...

"What makes you think I wish to know what that is? What is it about me that makes you think you can do anything?"

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

Fine. Don't be nice,

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she spat, and rose. She tossed her finely built head and loped away, her pace elegant and controolled. Only a few feet away she stopped and glared at the reflection. Why was it that every time she tried to make freidns they hated her. Screw him. He could hate her, she didn't care. She hadn't frogotten what 12-15-19-20 had told her. He had recited for her somthign he knew. Somthign seh would never forget.

If one were to hate
T'would be to ride to life's bait
Like walking into the traps very onw crate
It would be hadning ones life over
It would be crossing the line
If indeed you hate then so be it
you deserve to cross deaths line

She would never hate. Only one person could she hate; and it was to late to do so. [/center][/color][/font]

[[s.s leather and dragons]]

[OOC// By the
way:
I copy right the
poem to me since I made it up\\]

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[Disturbed]

The hound was surprised by her sudden outburst, flinching visibly like her words were hot coals flicked at his face. They certainly felt like it. He was not a bad dog, he loved others whether strange or familiar... but they simply shouldn't be bothered by his presence. Watching the female out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but feel like a total jerk ass. But she was too fine a creature to be bothered by him, by his childish ways or his pathetic existance. She should hate him, it would keep her from worrying. Still, even after he constantly reassured himself with those stupid voices, the brute couldn't help but fall helplessly to the ground, his paws thrown over his face. Sobs rocked his fine-tuned body and tears streaked his reddish-brown face. Gods, why doesn't he just die?!