Early Morning Calls [open]

[Kaden]

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/kadenmiddle.png] Darkened skies were barely lit by the moon that hung high in the sky. It cast ghostly shadows here and there, the creepiest coming from the trees that were placed randomly throughout the valley. Soft pants could be heard coming from the large brute who was padding his was down the side of the valley. He wasn't yet read to be out in the open, annoyance spread through his body, filling his veins with heat despite the fact that the morning sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. His ears twitched, tail hanging limp against his rump as he made his was towards the area in which he had set out for earlier that night. Luckily he had slept a while, and deeply at that earlier that day, other wise her travels would have warn him out completely. After his master, Katherine, had been slaughtered he had changed significantly. She would look at him now and there would be no signs of recognization upon her face. He was a stranger to anyone who knew him before the take over. Black and tan paws begin to move quicker as the memories once again begin to haunt him. He growled, moving forward, quickening his pace. He could almost taste the blood of the dog that had did it, however instead of making him feel better.... he felt worse. He would have loved to have been on the canines side during the take over, however his master was just a kid. He had a hard time remembering sometimes that she had already been doomed to a painful death, all the dogs did was speed things up. Pushing the past behind him, he stopped walking looking around. He had wondered out into the middle, out into the open without really realizing it. His dial tilted slightly to the side as he took in the world that surround him. On every side of him was natural, open beauty. It was peaceful here... for now. His through his dial back, maw parting as an eerie howl escaped. It echoed across the empty early morning... and he wondered if anyone was out there at all. If there was another soul awake to hear his call.

[Kaden]

Sleep...what an irritating thing to have been invented. Who thought it up anyway? Probably one of those stupid Metnal dogs thinking they need some form of beauty rest. They were all hideous still! A low growl formed within her chest as the thoughts and questions danced through the hybrid's skull. Black talons ripped into the tender hide of mother earth, each time the claws scraped back toward her frame the growls grew louder. Each swipe of small paws brought her deeper into a pre-dug hole that was obviously too small for her lanky frame. Every few moments a slender maw would poke into the underground cave to test the size, and every time it was still just too small. Finally after much too long the wolf-shepherd mix managed to shove her entire cranium within the darkened pit. Front limbs lay splayed against the pile of loose soil, rear pillars standing straight and stiff placing her rear end much higher than her crown. A long plume thrashed above her spine, abusing the atmosphere as it cut wildly through it time and time again. A muffled echo of snarls and squeaks vibrated against the terra beneath the seemingly headless canine.

These antics lasted for quite some time before a deep howl interrupted the battle of head versus some unknown rodent beast. The heaving of the juvenile's side paused, her lungs expanding and contracting only enough to keep her living as she listened closely to the cry. Another was actually awake at this time? It was a voice she had yet to hear before this very morning allowing multiple images to tease her rambunctious mind. Maybe it was a giant werewolf? Could it be Metnal planning a sneak attack on Barzakh while they slept? Maybe...just maybe it was an old friend who had grown so she didn't recognize the voice any longer? The excitement of the adventure that awaited her sent a visible shiver through her hide. Who or what could possibly be at the source of the noise? To Navea this was like chasing rainbows and praying for a pot of gold at the end....although she'd prefer the possessed leprechaun instead of the gold! It would definitely add for a more interesting morning.

Two oval front paws pushed against either side of the entrance to the hole she had enlarged shifting slightly to be sure they were steady. With one last clash of fangs snapping toward the invisible adversary the muscles of her neck and back contracting attempting to pull her head from it's confines. A soft whine was offered in reaction to the new found prison, an earthen guillotine. The damned hole had decided to hold her captive and eat her brains for breakfast! What kind of sick trap did that big old rat set for the canine. With her back arched the fae continuously attempted to pull away from the enclosure, her body swiftly turning in a 360 degree pattern around the hole in her panic to free herself. The narrow frame looked like a bucking bronco at times, her rear limbs lifting from the ground only to drop and lift the front as she pulled with all of her might. Through the darkness brows furrowed in annoyance as the rat sat just out of reach watching with a mocking gleam in its eye, or at least that's what Navea saw. After struggling the young mixed canine paused to catch her breath and watch the rodent. The aggravation began to boil over within her veins as she stared at it sitting there, taunting her. Without warning jaws spread and snapped wildly at the tricky critter, every bite offering nothing except a mouthful of air. As the plan to snap the annoyance in half failed it retaliated biting the youngster right on the fleshy nose before scampering deeper into the darkness. A high pitched yelp quickly faded into a drowned out, wolven howl. The struggle to escape began once more breaking the call into a series of distressed notes, her own form of an S.O.S. pattern.

OOC; I'm not sure if he'd be the type to actually investigate such a returned call, if not let me know and I'll edit!

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/kadenmiddle.png] As his howl died off, silence settled once more. It was a rather comfortable silence at first, but as more time passed on he grew rather bored of it. He, none-the-less, sat back upon his haunches and curled his tail around his hind leg, chocolate hued eyes surveying the landscape out in front of him. Ears swiveling every which way atop his dial as he listened intently for anything that would be approaching or calling into the night sky. He had howled, which would have gotten the attention of many, many different canines in some parts. The Metnal dogs were dogs that he really wasn't to sure about. More than once he had found himself wondering if he should join their ranks, only to decide that it was not the best of things for him to do. However, he didn't know much about the leader of Barzakh, so for now his lonely soul would remain a loner. He had gotten rather accustomed to his nomad lifestyle. He stood up and stretched, mouth opening wide with a yawn so big that it made his ears press flat into his skull. He was not exactly tired, but it had felt good and rather refreshing. His tail curled up over his back in its natural position and he was about to head off, on his own little way when another howl sounded in the night. It sounded slightly muffled, and distressed. His head tilted slightly to the side as he begin to pad slowly in the direction in which the panicked noises were coming from, his speed increased with every step until eventually he was running. His mind worried about what could be happening, and why he was actually going to find the dog responsible for such a call, however he knew that part of it was mere foolishness of wanting to be around someone other than himself. When he finally stumbled upon the scene of the a dog trying frantically to struggle their way out of the hole. An invisible eyebrow raised at the scene that was playing out before him. Massive paws walked over to the dog and stopped right beside her. Wondering if perhaps it would be best to let her know that he was here. However one could highly doubt that she would hear him anyways. A smile touched his kissers as he looked the scene over once more, he had to hold back a laugh that was threatening to spew out of his mouth. He leaned over with his nose, nudging her back leg. "Don't Panic. I will try to dig beside you to make the hole wider." He said, moving to where he was next to her, and his massive paws automatically begin working at the mound of dirt. A smile still plastered across his paw as he fought back the laugh, wondering how one would manage to get their head stuck in a hole. ooc; i had accidentally posted this with my amaya account, and when i went to delete it i accidentally hit yours! D= dont kill me! <3 sorry luff. ha! I had the thread saved in another tab so i quoted your post above mine! <3 sorry luff.

[N•a•v•e•a]

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[Kaden]

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/kadenmiddle.png] His paws stopped digging at the earth as a pop sounded from beside him. His dial turned quickly, catching her exit as she proceed backwards in a series of flips. An invisible eyebrow raised, chocolate eyes filled with amusement even as she stopped. She had landed in a laying position, however she was on her back. She didn't seem to be hurt to bad... her paws where dangling above her cranium and her eyes seemed to be very much frenzied, yet unfocused. His dial tilted to the side, a smile crossing his features as the world slowly came back into focus for the little fae. As a sneer and a look of pure annoyance crossed her features though, the smile faded...and the brute begin to wonder where exactly he had managed to go wrong! "You can't have my rat! Go dig your own hole if you want it so bad, ya big ofe!" As the harsh words were spit from the females mouth, a hurt, confused expression crossed Kaden's features. They were quickly replaced, however, with a look of pure annoyance. "If I wanted food your fool I would've simply munched on you. I am not after food, especially something as small and filthy as a rat." The lyrics danced off his tongue in deep yet charming tones, his hackles raising due to her ungratefulness. "Don't you know that is no way to treat someone who just saved your life?"

[/color] He didn't move from his spot... he was not threatened by here... just merely annoyed. Part of him wished he had just left her there... however another part of him comforted him. He had done the right thing... now she would be safe from whatever dangers were lurking around unseen.

ooc; sorry for the shortness.


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[N•a•v•e•a]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2rh1wk8.jpg] Large receptors folded themselves back against her skull as he simply scolded her words. That's it? No reaction? Well now that was rather boring wasn't it? Navea missed the old days when her and her friend would go off tormenting the adults and getting their fur in a twist. It use to be so easy. What was wrong with those around here? Too calm, too relaxed. Maybe the humans would return some day and add some more fun back into her life. With that a loud snort forced air and droplets of mucus from her nares. Her lanky frame shook wildly back and forth cleaning the short, coarse pelt from the debris that collected there during her acrobatic stunt. Stilt like limbs carried her toward the large Tibetan Mastiff in a slightly clumsy fashion. She didn't have the grace that many would expect a dog with a ballerina's build to have. Her thin plume stayed angled slightly above her haunches, tall receptors pushed forward as she approached. Orbs were narrowed into slits as she visually investigated the much larger dog, brows casting shadows over irises as they slipped across his frame. The hybrid froze nearly nose to his shoulder, her chest expanding as she pulled in his scent. He surely wasn't Barzakh that was for sure. Truth be told that was the only scent she really knew of. Other then loners it was the only distinctive scent she had encountered in her short life. Her cranium cocked to the right slightly gaze locking upon his own, "You ain't Metnal now are you?" A look of disgust painted her features as she spat the opposing pack's name. Still no appreciation for saving her life. But it was typical Navea.