This Familiar Thirst (Jeune)

[Cymopoleia]

[bg=9f9f9f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] The moonlight filtered through the branches, the branches that were so different from each other. Cymopoleia was at the border of the Forest of the Night, watching the fog that crept into the Autumn Forest from the infected side of the trees dissipating on the other side. She felt horrible, not painful, but exhausted and unable to move. Covered in crimson blood, she had been unable to clean herself for several hours. Cymmie had killed the trespasser and eaten his corpse, most of the blood had been his. The corpse of the Neutral dog lay in the trees on her side of the forest a half a mile back. She had managed to walk a few yards before the exhaustion had over took the Rage. Now she was merely watching as the light of the moon seemed to turn everything silver. A light breeze caused the leaves to shiver and shook a few loose. Cymmie sighed as a leaf dropped onto her skull and rested there. She was far too weak to lift her head and shake it from it's resting place, she hated being this weak. It was something of a confusing time for her when she collapsed after a Rage, because while she loved the danger factor of waiting for something to come up and attack her, she hated that she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. If Cymmie were to die she would go down with a fight. She was a fighter after all. Even if the dog she was talking to was a pacifist Cymmie managed to make them angry enough to attack her. It was her specialty. She was almost proud of the fact that she could annoy others so well. She inhaled deeply and the smell of blood sent her head spinning with the Thirst again. It made no sense, she had just feasted on canine flesh, she should be fine and need no reason to stave off the Thirst. It should be gone for a while, but it was there, strong and powerful. Thrumming through her veins with the heady beat her heart would have if she was running. Her ears twitched, nose flared, something was coming near to her. And yet she didn't move, couldn't move. All she did was roll her eyes around to look for movement in the bushes. She wouldn't be able to move for another 5 minutes. She had been stuck like this for two already and she was bored. Words: 420 Muse: Awesome Song: Familiar Taste of Poison- Halestorm Thinking Speaking

[Jeune]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=background,http://s3.postimage.org/4wii5x6qb/jeune.png] The white dog wandered the forest, unsure of where she was going. The world seemed distant, faint. She felt as if she was simply floating through the trees, like she wasn't real. She forgot everything- the fighting, the Hated, even her own pack, the Favored. Nothing existed anymore. Just her, the woods, and sadness. Jeune was in one of her moods again- the depression engulfing her entire body. She had no desire to do anything, to talk to anybody. She just wanted to be alone... But not entirely. She wanted her best friend to be with her. But that would never happen. Luke was dead, murdered by a Hated. But she didn’t think of that- just the fact that he was gone and she was alone. Little blue and white flowers dotted the forest floor, and where they weren’t, short grasses and moss grew. She stopped briefly to look at a patch of the flowers. Blue was her favorite color. She sighed, looking at the tiny plant, petals turned toward the sky. The moss growing around them was squishy, full of fresh rainwater. The sponge-like plant sank slightly when stepped on, making it feel like you were sinking into the Earth itself. Jeune almost liked that feeling; it made her feel like she could just sink in and disappear. Bright red, yellow and yellow leaves dangled off of branches, both from low boughs on old trees, and young twigs from saplings. The dripping leaves brushed against her, tickling the skin beneath her fur. To most, the Autumn Forest was beautiful after a rainfall. To Jeune, it was sad, and fit how she felt perfectly. That’s why she always came here when she was upset. Still the shepherd mix wandered, looking like a ghost through the light fog that covered the forest. She'd almost reached the edge of the Favored territory, but she didn't care. She just continued meandering, weaving in between the tall, thick trees and small thin, shrouded in a gown of mist. Her pure white fur matted to her body with the dampness, causing the unappealing scent of wet canine to emerge. It wasn’t a bother, though- it was a common smell, especially during the rainy season. She was only drawn from her non-existence when she tripped and tumbled over something. Once she re-gained her footing, she looked down at what had caused her fall. Words: 402 (LONGEST EVERRRR) Muse: Chu-Chu-Chan's motivation Song: Love is War- Hatsune Miku (Vocaliod)