The Yin To My Yang [Jeune]

[Aztec]

The rhythmic sound of waves beating against the shore filled the air, lulling the large beast into a light doze. Its black pelt contrasted dramatically with the bone white sand, but both seemed to absorb the sun’s rays equally as well as the brute lay comfortably in the soft sand. His large head resting on his paws, eyes mere slits as he struggled to stay awake. He was constantly plagued with weariness, his sleep disturbed by the constant nightmares that plagued his soul. Last night was no exception as the horrific scenes played before him, blood, death, the bodies of loved ones torn to shreds. All caused by his fangs, and he could do nothing to stop it as he relived his past over and over again. He feared sleep, feared seeing the faces of his old pack mates and mother. But he could not live without it, his body needed to rest or risk being killed in this unforgiving land. Either by other predators, or other dogs. Even now he was at risk, he was in the Favored’s territory. He an infected dog, a creature these pure-blooded dogs hated so. But at the moment he could care less, so what if they found him. A good fight might actually be good for him… Instantly the male shook his head to rid his head of these thoughts his other side was planting into his head, like the devil whispering into his ear trying to tempt him. This was why he could not be near any dog, he could not join a pack or have a family. This other side, the madness that sought to take over his body would cause him to kill them all. Just like he had done before. Allowing his head to drop the German Shepherd let out a heavy breath, finding himself battling sleep once more. The day was perfect, the sky was clear the air a comfortable warmth. The sea was calm and clear like a sparkling sapphire underneath the sun, a perfect day for a nap. Slowly the brute found himself losing the battle as blackness enveloped his consciousness like a warm blanket, perhaps a few minutes of sleep would be so bad? Tag: Jeune Word:369 Muse: Meh Note:The post is short, but I hope it will do. SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=2a3236]

[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] White foam leapt up, splashing the dark, jagged rock, and the dog that sat atop t, with freezing water. The equally white dog merely shook and continued staring out at the beautiful, sunlit ocean. To many, t would be beautiful. But the Jeune, t wasn’t. She was n one of her moods, the depression setting n heavily. They ocean added to t, reminding her of the past, and how t was gone. Another splash soaked the white Shepherd mix, but she didn’t shake this time. She let the water soak into her thick coat, most of t stopping at the waterproof Labrador layer. T was a rather warm day, and the spray was a refreshing feeling. The young canine breathed n deeply, taking n the salty smell of the shore. Jeune leapt from the rock, paws hitting the hot, white sand, sending the grains flying n all directions. She started down the beach, blending into the sand almost perfectly. She had water to the right, land to the left, footprints behind and the future n front. She began to pick up speed, gong from a walk, to a lope, to an all-out run. The sea breeze pushed against her sides and brushed her face. She ran for what felt like forever, pressing on until she couldn’t anymore. When she finally did stop, the Shepherd-Lab stood for a moment, breathing heavy. She looked about, trying to see where she had ended up. She had never been to this part of the beach, a secluded little spot, dipping into the land almost like a cove. The sand was an almost pure white, much like the rest of the shoreline, and dotted with little seashells. She sat down, her tail swiping the sand, and attempted to relax, but the growing depression wouldn’t allow t. With a huff of breath, she flopped onto the sand, staring out at the ocean once again. Tag: Azzy Word: 315 Muse: Derp! Song: Happy Synthizier-Luka&Gumi (irony!!) OOC: Short too, should pick up once we really get going!

[Aztec]

The brute drifted in an out of consciousness as his body struggled win over his brain's reluctance to sleep. Even now as he drifted back into a light slumber blurry images of his past would flicker across the back his eyelids, causing him to mentally rear back and wake up. With a sigh the brute opened his eyes, knowing full well that he would not be sleeping and that he should be moving on before others found him. But the male did not move, he didn't want to his body felt lethargic and he had no motivation to try and push through the feeling. Looking out over the beach the brute soaked in the beautiful scenery while he pelt did the same with the warm rays of the sun. The brute had had his breath stolen away the instant he had found this place, it was such a spectacular view, yet now he felt nothing but annoyance. He so desperately wanted to sleep but he could not, and the hypnotic sound of the waves was not helping him any as they tried to lull him to sleep. Sweeping his gaze over the white sand the male thought he spotted something moving in the distance. Ears perking forward the brute watched the almost ghostly figure grow as it drew closer, until he was able to make out the shape of another dog. In fact it was another German Shepherd, as white as the sands around it, its fur was wet as if it had been swimming in the sea. It was perfect day for a swim, though the brute would rather avoid doing so. He hated how long it took for his long coat to dry, the feeling of his fur weighing him down was unpleasant to the male. He watched the new comer closely as he or she stopped seeming out of breath before sitting, judging by the body language the male could tell this dog was unhappy. Something was weighing on its mind or heart as it allowed itself to fall into the warm sand. The brute silently watched the other gaze out at the ocean, his triangular ears angled toward the other in a show of curiosity. It had been a while since he had seen another German shepherd, its appeared to have fairly long fur, though perhaps not as long as his own. And if he had not spotted the dog as it arrived the brute would have never seen it for how white its pelt was, he saw not a blemish the white sand that had stuck to its pelt blending in perfectly. Why don't you go over there and introduce yourself? The voice inside his head asked, causing the brute to start. He had been to caught up in watching this other dog that he had let his guard drop, allowing the voice to snack its way into his mind once more. Whats the matter? Are you afraid that this stranger won't accept your company because you're infect? If that's the case I could infect them for you. Baring his fangs Aztec tried to push the voice away, but it fought back with an equal amount of strength. Don't push me away Aztec! It snarled, You need me of you want to survive in this land, you're to soft hearted and weak to do what's necessary to survive! It is not necessary to take the lives of others for sport! Aztec snarled back, although on the outside he remained silent as stiff as a statue his fur standing on end as if he were face to face with a hated enemy. Now leave me in peace, I have no use for you here. I won't let you out so you can kill that dog! The voice snickered, Oh I will get out, for now you may be able to hold me back Azzy boy. But you are fighting a losing battle, the insanity will take over, I will take over. And then you'll be nothing but a distant memory, just like your friends are now. "Shut up!" Aztec snarled anger coursing through his veins like hot venom. His sudden outburst startled a group of seagulls savaging near by, their panicked cries that pierced air were almost as loud as the shepherd's. The voice inside his head laughed before seeming to retreat into the recesses of the brute's mind, having accomplished what it wanted. Aztec had just alerted the other dog to his presence, and the brute could only curse under his breath. Unlike the other dog's pelt his stood out against the sand, it was a wonder the stranger had not noticed him earlier as it ran along the beach. And he could not run or seek shelter, no bushes or large rocks could be could found anyway near enough for him to flee to. He had chosen this spot for that exact reason, no one could sneak up on his without him seeing them, of course he couldn't hide from prying eyes either. Laying his head on his paws the brute closed his eyes, wishing all of this had never happened. Opening them once more he waited for the other dog to show him its reaction, would it flee in fear, would it charge him in an attempt to chase him from the territory, or would it tentatively investigate, and upon finding out he was an infected dog what would its reaction be? Well, the brute knew one thing for certain, either way he wouldn't be as bored as he already was, that and he was still tired. Tag: Jeune Words: 932 Muse: Horrible Notes:... SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=2a3236]

[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 Shepherd-Lab lay n the hot sand, her mind invaded by memory after depressing memory: Her as a puppy, along with a St. Bernard, dashing n and out of destroyed buildings. They laughed a run, careless and young. Her and the other dog again, older now, saying their final goodbyes to several other dogs, and departing toward the West, on their own for the first time. Her and the other one final time, her standing over his lifeless body n the pouring ran. “Luke…” she mumbles. A loud growl brought her back to realty and caused her to inhale a nose-full of sand. She realized that she wasn’t alone. Across the beach, another dog, a long-hared German shepherd, lay n the sand as well. ”Shut up!”[/ i] t had shouted. She wasn’t sure who t was talking to, since they were the only two on the shore and she hadn’t sad a word. She sat up and looked the dog over, searching for any sign of their status or pack. She saw none. Neutral, most likely. They never wore status symbols, since they weren’t part of the Favored or Hated. She watched the dog for a moment more, waiting to see if they would say anymore. But who was he speaking to? She wondered. She sat up and cocked her head slightly, before standing. She started to walk over, but stopped when she remembered she was soaking wet and covered with sand. She shook quickly, sending the damp contents of her white pelt flying. Once done, she ambled over to the other canine. She hesitated a moment, never good at introductions in her adult life. “Erm… Hello,” she begins, speaking quietly and tmidly. Tag: Azzy Word: Only 284 T.T Muse: Noneees Song: Bad Apple! Touhou OOC: Omg omg omg I'm sooooo sorry it took so long. I had this big long post I was working on for a while, and when I went to copy and paste it I accendently hit cuz and it was all gone and undo wouldn't work and I had to re-type it but I couldn't remember it all so this happend I'm sorry!!! T.T

[Aztec]

If only he could reverse time, then perhaps he could have stopped himself from yelling, heck he could have stopped himself from killing him own mother and pack. But alas he was only mortal doomed to swim in the river of time unable to go back only forward as it steadily flowed onward. Deep brown eyes staring ahead the male waited, not wanting to watch as the dog approach, though he could hear every step as if it were as loud as the clapping of thunder. He futilely willed the other to go away, he did not want its company, the burden of worry was to much for his tired shoulders to bear right now. If he felt the madness coming would he be able to get away in time, would he even be able to sense when or if the madness was even coming? But the dog could not read his mind and so it continued to come forward, its footsteps becoming more hesitant as it drew nearer before coming to a halt. Silence hung in the air for several moments and the brute wondered if he could simply frighten it away with a snarl, then the dog spoke, it was female. This surprised the male, for some reason he had decided it was male. It also caused his heart to sick, he tended to be softer with female then males. Being raised by only his mother he had a greater respect for the opposite sex, scaring her away would be rude and something his mother would frown upon. He would have to hear this female out, then tell her to leave in hopes that she will comply. Only in times of desperation would he snarl or chase this new comer. Of course he was not under estimating the fea, oh no! They were equals to the male if not more deadly, and so the brute treated this new comer accordingly. Watching the new dog out of the corner of his eye Aztec slowly rose to his feet, giving off an air of a confident air. He was in no hurry to sit up, but he did so anyways, his tired body protesting muscles screaming to lei down and rest some more. Only after he had sat up did the male turn his head fully acknowledging the femme, his deep brown eyes studying her features. Although his appearance seemed intimidating, giving the appearance of a confident dog, the male’s eyes were neither hard nor threatening as they looked the fea over naturally sizing her up. Although he gave the appearance of a strong confident male, he could not hide his sleepiness. Fear, anger, sadness, glee, along with other emotion were easy enough to hide for the brute, but the constant weariness that weighed down on the brute was impossible to mask. Although he was tired, the brute still looked imposing, if it did come down to a fight he had a size advantage. Of course he would not wish to fight this fea, he hated fighting it lowered his defenses he had placed up allowing the insanity to consume him. Deciding he had remained silence long enough the brute spoke,” Greetings,” he replied, gazing into the other’s eyes before politely looking else ware before meeting her gaze once more. He did this several times, to fix his gaze with another’s for to long was considered a challenge. Tag: Jene Word: 568 Muse: DX Note: Aw, its alright! I know how that feels, I've had it happen to me a couple times(its actually happened as I was writing the previous post). >.> I'm sorry or the crappy reply. SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=2a3236]