Care for a Walk?~

[Shadow ~]

~It was sunset, a time where the sun bleeds across the sky, staining the clouds a deep red. The crickets were not yet singing and the birds were asleep, the only noise was the soft wind whistling across the land. It was calm and peaceful, unlike midday, where the birds were singing and the animals were scurrying and the occasional dog padded around. The long grasses were waving in the light breeze and the old barn looked like a slaughterhouse; it looked as if it were bathed in a crimson liquid.

~An undettered dog padded boldy towards the abandoned building, however, walking through the rippling grass as if it had not a care in the world. She paused when she came to the entrance and walked instead to the back of the barn. There were large metal cans and a few rats scampered away when she came around. There wasn't much of interest, so she trotted to the front of the building and sat on a large, flat rock sticking out of the ground some distance away.

[»M O R P H i N E]

T H I R T E E N

I love sunsets. I love the bright, fiery colors and the vague warmth of day mixed with the sharper chill of night. It's the best part of the day. I trot through a field of dried grass, past a half-fallen fence and the skeleton of a squirrel. The dying light of the sun lit up my snowy coat and I glowed with a bloody red fire; I mused that it would be interesting to actually be such a color. I made my way towards the barn, the only building that still stood. Inside, the floor was washed in bright light, so dark in color it looked as though the golden hay had been drenched in fresh blood; it was beautiful. I walked deep into the building, basking in the heat that gathered within the musty walls; the hay was dry, but in the morning it would be wet with dew; holes littered the faces of the large piles, indications that small animals were making their homes within the straw.

I wandered towards the back wall, and paused, listening; I was certain I'd heard something on the other side of the wall. I turned away walked back to the gaping mouth of the barn, just in time to see a lovely little female settle herself on a rock outside. She hadn't noticed me yet, so I walked quietly up to her, examining her. Her fur was longer than mine, and not as fluffy; her ears fell down, instead of standing up, and it made her head look oddly... plain. I sat down beside her, watching the sunset. I stayed quiet for as long as I could, but I knew I would need to say something, to keep her from becoming indignant at having her space invaded.

"Hello. I am Thirteen."


s t a t u s // complete
w o r d c o u n t // 299
t a g // Leaf
n o t e s // hehehe, this shall be fun

[Shadow ~]

~Leaf had noticed the dog from the moment he had sat down beside her. She hadn't really felt like saying anything though. 'It's not as if the sunset's mine.' Leaf was a peace loving dog, she usually avoided battles. This dog, Thirteen, he called himself, he didn't seem to want a fight. Of course, she couldn't be sure until she had a real conversation with him. "Hello, I'm Leaf. What brings you here on this fine day?"

~Leaf looked curiously at the other dog. He looked like a German Shepard, he had the body shape of one, but his fur was thicker and pure white. His eyes were dark and... made her shiver. 'He may be nice, though. I can't judge him so soon.' Leaf prided herself on not jumping into things or judging others. If everyone judged each other she, would probably look like a street dog who attacked others. "Do you have a pack, or do you travel alone?" Leaf was interested in what this dog's reply would be.

[»M O R P H i N E]

T H I R T E E N

Leaf. What a stupid name. I've said that many times, and I've been told I shouldn't judge; not with a name like Thirteen, but see, at least my name means something. The humans created things called numbers; I despise the humans, but I admit, they were, in their own foolish way, clever. These numbers, they symbolized things, helped keep things in order, and occasionally, represented things that the humans feared. Like the number thirteen. Humans saw it as a link to magic, to power; they feared the number thirteen. That is what I am; the thing the humans should fear. What is a leaf but a tiny, flat thing, that birds and deer, and those large, ugly golden horse-things called Giraffes eat. Yes, I know what giraffes are; I saw their corpses in the zoo. A leaf is weak; it isn't even symbolic. I don't tell her any of this, though; I am not here to pick a fight.

"I wished for solitude. I have always found something... poetic about a desolate, rotting barn at twilight. I like poetry." I like a lot of things; power, symbolism, poetry; these are but a few of my burning desires. I wondered if this girl was as shallow as she sounded, and quickly decided that she probably was. No one with a functioning brain could be so very courteous and docile towards an utter stranger. Her words startled me, but I remained poised, showing no signs of surprise except an annoyed flick of my ears. I turned my large head to look coldly at her, and then looked back at the sunset; it was nearly gone, and the chill was creeping up, curling long, clawed fingers around the world. My answer would be blunt, and I wondered at what her response would be; she clearly did not rank herself with the same pack as I, but her true alliance was unclear.

"I am of the Ruthgo pack. And you have a stupid name."


s t a t u s // complete
w o r d c o u n t // 330
t a g // Leaf
n o t e s // He's so morbid. :3

[bilalansari]

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