not what you think [ANGEL]

[DOKOTA !]

s p a r k y
t h e s e t e a r s i c r y . . .

Clouds littered the sky today, while the sun tried to peak it's way through, unsuccessfully trying to warm the land below. Some game seemed to be taking part up there, with the sun escaping and the clouds then racing to block it's rays. Like a constant game of tag - or maybe that was the wrong way to describe it. Either way, it was one of the colder days in spring, with the cold breeze soon attacking anyone daring to step out into an open area. It was the time that that most animals in this area would wish that the sun would cast it's light over the abandoned city.

But the large newfoundland, making her way with her head low to the ground wasn't too bothered about the weather. In fact, it felt like she wasn't bothered about anything anymore. The life had been sucked out of her long ago, instead there was a stranger in her body, an aggressive fearful one. Her true personality had been shut away, and now rarely made an appearance in this cruel, cruel world. All trust had been lost some time ago and had been replaced with a gripping fear, one that became so huge at times it would consume the females entire body. She never relaxed anymore, instead her muscles were always tense, ready for what the world would throw at her - and still everything was a surprise. A terrible tragedy had scarred the creature for life and it was unlikely that anyone would be able to bring her back to her old ways, to reveal who she used to be. She felt way too lost for that. Almost as if she had stumbled far too far off the path to find it again, instead she would be a lost and tormented soul forever. Or at least, that was what she believed in that cranium of hers.

At least, on the bright side, she was warm. Possibly one of the only things currently good in her life. Being the dog breed that she was, her coat kept her perfectly warm, it's black and brown fur dangling untidily toward the ground. The female, who's name was Sparky currently wandered the surrounding lands. Being a loner had it's difficulties, one of them being the lack of a home to stay of course, but then Sparky did not wish to join the dispute between the other packs. Too much arguing, plotting and fighting for her, it was just annoying. The rumors where enough to know what was going on and remind her that she really did not wish to be apart of any of the 'alliances' which where currently ganging up on each other. Spark just preferred to stay away from them all, maybe it was because of her past, because of the two groups she had run in to only a year or so ago. The female still held the scars that had been the painful souvenir she had gained from the experience, luckily for her they were hidden underneath her thick coat. It saved being sympathized at least.

The female was currently heading to an old area more out of the city, on the outskirts where the town met the countryside. It was a nice place to hide at least, and Sparky liked the emptiness there - it let her relax just a little bit. A farm it was, one where a farmer had kept all sorts of creatures, ones which where probably dead or long gone. Sparky let out a low sigh, her head raising slightly as the spread out buildings appeared. She knew where she would rest for today, and set her course toward the large barn - one of the few buildings still standing in this area. It was a large building, with parts of it falling part, but at least it was sturdy. Spark broke into a light trot, willing to be out of the open air for some strange reason. Soon she reached the large doors, which towered much higher than her own tall body. The female stared up for a few long seconds, watching the sky and the clouds that blocked any sign of blue. Then, with a quiet noise, a grunt of some sort the female trotted into the straw covered building. Pleased with the emptiness it held.

Immediately Sparky made her way to some large bales of straw, stacked in the shadows at the pack of the barn. With an easy leap, she jumped upon them, making sure they did not topple over with her added weight. She liked it up here, it meant she could doze but still be above her surroundings. Spark was a light sleeper indeed, in fact she had been known to sleep with her dark brown eyes wide open. Maybe this was because of the her haunting past. Taking her time, the female curled up, resting her head lazily on her paws and letting her tail curl by her body. Then, she gently closed her eyes and begun to dream.

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[A N G E L ,]

It's 95 degrees in the shade,
It's only Sunday morning,
And I need that Friday feeling again.

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He had to find her. It was Cracker's only mission objective in life now. She was the only one that had made Cracker leave his old life and want to move mountains to find her. As you can tell Cracker was the most loving and faithful dog you could find. At least he was when it came to his beloved sister Sparky. Lifting his big head to the sky he took in the various scents that lingered upon the gentle breeze. So many scents, so little time. A dog only had once scent but since Cracker hadn't smelt his sister in two years it was proving difficult for the newfoundland to find her. Still he wouldn't give up his search. She had to be somewhere in this city. He wouldn't rest even if he had checked in every single nook and cranny of this city. Nope, he'd just look all over the city again. He really was determined to find his sister. Anyone could see by the way he walked he was on a mission. A mission that clearly meant the world to him.

Putting his big nose to the ground as he approached the farm he began dividing the scents he could smell. The old smell of humans, cattle, leather, food remains, various dogs, and then one smell caught his attention. He hadn't smelled his sister in years but this scent seemed familiar and recent. Could it be? Lifting his big head he looked up at the huge farm building. Could he have possibly done it and found his sister? God, he sincerely hoped so. Picking up his pace he searched the barn first, putting his nose and paws into every hale bale and every hole there was. He ended up scaring a lot of rats this way. He did the same in the paddocks before going back to the farm building. She had to be in there. It was awful weather out here, and his coat was completely soaked. She would need shelter. Picking up his pace he ran into the large farm building. The scent he had smelled got stronger - as if it was coming alive just for him - as he got inside.

This had to be it. She had to be in here. If it wasn't her... and a nice lamb joint - like last time - then he was going to be severly disappointed. He had found quite a few things in his journey that he thought was his sister but ended up being a leather boot, or a chew toy, or a nice piece of meat. It was very disconcerting but no matter. He would just plough on trying to find his little sister. Pushing on through the building he found his entire body freeze as his gaze rested on what looked like to anyone else a large black furry beanbag. He knew it wasn't though. It was her. His sister. He just stood there for a moment unable to comprehend it all. He had done it. Wow, he had done it. She was there. Right there. Would she remember him? God, he hoped so. Otherwise this wasn't going to be the happy reunion he hoped it would be. Inhaling a deep breath he took a step forward his eyes not leaving her sleeping form.

Did she have a pack? Did she have a mate? She should do. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had really grown up and grown into her body. Even as puppies their breed was known to be as big as a full grown dog. As puppies they had the huge size to be able to topple over a great dane. That was how big they were. Now, she was even bigger, and still absolutely stunning. Coming up beside her he stood there for a moment before curling up into her. Laid on her left side, his body against her back, he then rested his head on top of her neck and chest. This was what he had been missing out on for all these years. He should have come back sooner. He knew that. He just hoped she would be glad to see him. His Sparky. His little spitfire. He had always enjoyed playing with her. So much so infact he had often dreamed of their puppy antics on his quest to find her. Now he didn't need to dream anymore. She was right there.

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[DOKOTA !]

s p a r k y
t h e s e t e a r s i c r y . . .

The females dream world wasn't one of amazing interest. Her lids fluttered slightly as matters tugging on her conscience danced before her eyes. At least today, the recurring dream that always played in the females mind was not showing. It was like watching a movie again and again, except for the fact she wasn't actually watching it - instead she was starring in it. Normally the dream that occurred in her sleep would consist of flames, mocking voices, blows and terror. At times it was hard to tell exactly what was taking place in these dreams of hers, but the one thing that her mind had repeated over and over in her sleep was shown so often she knew the events of it of by heart, and knew from what parts of her confusing but also torn history they came from. But tonight, the dreams where not like the others. Normally fear was the main aspect and Sparky would awake in a state with her heart still racing off as fast as was probably possible. Today she was calm, and the loneliness along with the feeling of being abandoned was gone completely. This dream seemed more filled with love than with terror, and Sparky didn't mind sitting back and watching the dream unravel before her.

As with most of her dreams, faces from the past appeared. But this was no nightmare, instead her family who she barely remembered surrounded her. Her mother, her father and of course her brother. They almost shielded her from what was going on. It was Spark's most pleasant dream in years and the newfoudland wished she never had to awake. Reality was to harsh for her - in the real world her family where dead. Or at least, the female thought they were. She hadn't seen them since the event which had changed her path in life. At first she thought they had abandoned her, left her to the jaws of fate and the monsters (beings she could never call dogs) that had taken her. Then, after that, she knew they were dead. She presumed it, for if they were alive she believed they would have surely come after her. Followed her scent and rescued her. But after all the waiting, no one had ever come. Sparky had given up ages ago, almost died in her own body while locked away. She had always fantasized about her family returning and saving her - but she knew it where impossible. In her mind, they had died the day they were separated from her.

And through the dream a voice reached her, one that she thought was from heaven. A voice she remembered from years before, no longer holding the playful manner - more matured and yet still, exactly the same, reached her through this darkness. Had she died? Had she finally ended her unhappy life? Something begun to drag her to consciousness though and Sparky found the dream fading, as much as she tried to hang onto it. The words she had heard the voice utter where short, and Sparky didn't know if she had imagined them or if by some miracle, they were real. But as life came back to her she felt something touching her - another living being maybe? She was still laying on the straw bales but someone was with her. A new scent was in the air, one that was familiar even though she refused to believe that the creature it belonged to was here with her now. Surely she was still dreaming? Though there was the light pressure of another beings body against her back and a head touching both her neck and chest. Immediately Sparky stiffened, fear falling over her as she woke completely. All her senses where alert and all of them were fearful.

Suddenly, this female bolted. At a sped that could be hard to track she shot upward, moving onto her legs and rolling away from the intruder. All her muscles where tense as she faced the dog still lying there, and her lip begun to curl back. That was when it hit Sparky and instead of a growl rippling through her lips, a shocked and panicked expression covered her face. Her dark brown eyes grew wider as she absorbed the sight of her long lost brother. Or at least, it looked like him. Sparky couldn't believe it, at first she thought he was a hallucination, but he moved as if he were real. It was a miracle this dog did not go into shock. Sparky struggled to find her voice, her lips moved wordlessly as the shock still sunk in from seeing him. Her eyes dragged over the figure, disbelief running into her brain. The dog in front of her matched the image of the black puppy in her mind, and the same white marking was on the creatures chest. Sparky blinked several times, making the connection but still not believing it. Then, she chocked out one single world. "c... c... c... racker?"

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