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[pigeon]

..In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet

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A soft breeze lifted leaves from their resting place, twirling, suspended in air for just a moment.. in a circle they twirled before decending down to the ground once more. The breeze then carried through his fur, chilling him slightly, instictively ruffled up his coat a little. Easily this alone could keep him busy, just observing nature at it's best, in all it's glory and amazement. Stepping nonchalantly, a bounce in his step as he walked along a paved pathway. Cracks in the pavement told him it was old and weathered, weeds grew in between a couple of these cracks, desperate for sunlight they pushed their way though. Such strong spirits something so small and defenseless, he let a small smile crack across his face. It reminded him of someone... The large dog gawked at his surroundings, he was familiar here, with his frequent visits. He favored this place for it's tranquilness and the ease he had in finding peace. The Graveyard wasn't a notorious place to be, so not many really came here unless they had actual business here. Though he had encountered a couple like himself, just here for the hell of it.

Muscles rippled and rolled beneath his scared pelt, most of those painful scars were faded and covered with a small amount of fur, other were very visible. Like a couple that had been inflicted on his legs and face. He held himself at a rather humble demeanor, tail level with his shoulders and head slightly lowered as he kept his nose on the trail of any curious scents. He migrated towards a rather large headstone, he observed it for a moment, it had markings on it and a picture of a human man on it. He was never too fond of those creatures, they caused pain, though Charlie's spirit had never allowed him to harm them, it was the loyal Collie he had in him. Charlie paid little mind to that part and leaned up against it, his back pressed lightly against the cool stone, his haunches taking most of his weight though. Canary yellow wild flowers bloomed along side the headstone, he gazed gently at them a moment before sighing softly. Amber eyes hard, yet his heart weeping and full of dispair. Everytime he saw something beautiful, he thought of his girl, who was no longer. He was nothing but a killer, a worthless good for nothing murderer. Ears flattened against his skull and head drooped as depression sunk in.. His sweet girl was no longer, how could someone possibly kill the one they love? He was a beast, and he was undeserving of his own life.. but one late night, he remembered making her a promise.

I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,

Slowly hardened eyes were closed, tightly he clenched his jaw and simply sat there in silence. His head throbbed with painful memories, sharp pains in his chest as he focused on the pain, the pain was all too great and yet he took time out of his day to endure it. He sat there, completely motionless for a while, just thinking. He made no movements, except for the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed that sweet oxygen, that sweet oxygen she could never breath again. Why did he do this to himself? some had asked before, in truth he didn't actually know the answer.. Maybe it was a way of punishing himself. He knew if given the chance he'd have never met his sweet angel. Then she'd be safe, he winced slightly and slowly began peering through his eyes lashes he stared harshly down at the ground. Char, you're such an idiot.. living in the past, she's gone now.. a glare appeared on his bold features and he snorted loudly. Sometimes he felt such hate towards himself, such utter disgust, he wished for an easy way out. Maybe he'd be mobbed for a scrap of meat? get some kind of illness. He knew this was all so selfish of him, he'd live light for the both of them, himself of Pigeon. Looking down on him how would she feel about her murderer? Would rage course though her veins? Does she seek revenge? Or is she at peace? He hoped mostly for the latter, though in his heart he wanted her to take him, curse him.

He widened his eyes slightly as he tilted his head back, it felt support by the headstone, he stared up at the blue sky, it was such a beautiful day, it was. The sun shone bright, clouds were scarce, and if present in all the right places. The sunlight warmed the earth, it was so loving and tender. The warmth made him reminisce times with his mother, oh so long ago. When life was as simple as it could get. He surely couldn't be the only dog who would redo it all if given the chance.. After all, you're only given one life, and Charlie had already fucked it up. As Charlie came back to the real world, a scent swirled up into his nose, it alerted him to the presence of another. Frantically he let his eyes wander, finally landing on a destination. A figure could be seen in the distance, another dog is what it seemed or some sort of canine figure. He shifted his weight and stiffened his back a little before making his ears errect and pressing them forward into an alert stance, his eyes never leaving.

Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground

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[♦€rida♦]

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/eridamid.png] It had turned out to be a lovely late spring day. The sky was clear, a myriad of blues stretching as far as the eye could possibly see. The only change in hues above was the bright, blazing sun with it's warm rays stretching out across the azure canvas. The temperature was rather high as summer slowly began to creep around the corner, pushing spring away until the year had passed once more. A cool oceanic breeze played across the island offering a comforting relief to the scorching arms of fire reaching down from above. It seemed that even the demoness' presence couldn't deter the creatures on this picture perfect afternoon. An uncountable amount of birds of varying species had crossed Erida's path today fluffing their feathers and singing their own personal songs with all of their heart and soul backing up the lovely tunes. A smirk crept along her slender maw as she pressed forward considering what others who knew her would think if they knew she enjoyed such days just as much as the most angelic of beasts. The picture of a dark, dreary night haunted by ghastly shadows and an abundance of hard hitting rain would most likely be where others would imagine the doberman bitch. Now if only there were a crumbling, broken down castle it would perfect the stereotypical landscape for a femme such as herself. Erida was full of surprises though most never had the opportunity to learn of those held tightly within the cold, calculating dog. One of the strangest, if not suicidal, habits of the bitch was to wander off pack lands alone. It had been expressed to the queen by a loner she had once encountered how one would expect her to bring along an entourage if she were to ever step off of Metnal territory. The other packs, as well as many loners, would love to see the insides of the bitch ripped clear from her bodice. One whiff of the fae any where but in her own home lands could prove fatal. The doberman was unimpressed by the ramblings of danger. If it were her time to die then so be it. However, the reputation she held amongst most was so dark and demonic it was unlikely any would dare attack whether she were alone or not. By the time they had gathered enough back up, most were too weak minded to take another with such stories surrounding them alone that they surely would go find others to assist in the attack, she would have known of their presence and vanished into the shadows. Although she was unconcerned by the possibility of danger the femme rarely left home. There was much to much to do there to wander frequently. Yet, she had taken the last few days to herself to slink along the freelands to simply get away. Her final destination before returning home was that of the human graveyard. Most of the humans killed in the extermination did not have the chance to have a ritualistic funeral as those that lay six feet under the soil. Very few were dragged by some of the pampered mutts and laid to rest. The idea of simply finding those particular graves and digging up the remains flitted across her mind. Surely this would be an amusing way to spend her time amongst the deceased. It would be quite easy to find those particular graves of humans that meant so much to the pathetic excuses of canines, all lacking stones above the messily dug sites. After those Elysian mongrels felt the right to trespass she would be most happy to do anything to upset them further. A honey hued gaze shifted skyward momentarily wondering if the two slaughtered dogs from that day would be able to view her antics. Her thoughts were hushed as soon as the breathing of another larger creature vibrated against cropped auditories. Dainty paws grew roots upon the loose soil on which she followed toward her destination all senses locked upon the graveyard only a short distance away. Twin soldiers locked upon the sound memorizing it's patterns, a keen mind quietly analyzing each and every breath. The source sounded to be rather upset, perhaps even angry yet they were alone. Maybe she was happening upon one of those that mourned the pathetic, fur-less animals. A lean frame began to snake through the foliage, paws testing the earth before each step carefully watching for any debris that would give away her position. Above the leaves rustled and danced in the air currents rushing off of the nearby ocean assisting in sound coverage for any slight misstep. As the large male came into view motion ceased, optics scanning the canine from the distance. He seemed to be lost in his own unpleasant thoughts. About what he was thinking Erida had quite wrong indeed, and if she did find out the alphess would be pleasantly surprised. The fawn hued femmora rarely made a habit of speaking for no good reason, she was one to observe and took this opportunity to practice those skills. A slender frame lowered back upon it's rear, front paws shifting to bring themselves closer together for comfort. Everything seemed to be plastered to the stranger, yet in reality her senses were still concentrating on the 360 degrees of her surroundings never completely letting her guard down no matter how relaxed she may seem. A master at disguising what really went on in that pretty little head of hers is what got her to where she was today. It seemed to be quite some time before she was finally noticed. His optics locking upon her seemed first startled and then very alert and aware of her presence. He was unsure...maybe he did not know her by sight, which was well and good. Her canvas was soft and gentle in appearance, a few stray wrinkles upon her brow offering a touch of curiousness to her expression. The Dane mix watched for only a few seconds, if really that long, before a friendly smile swept gracefully across charcoal lips. She chose to stay seated, holding a relaxed and amiable countenance in order to offer her a few more moments to read this brute and create a spontaneous plan of action according to his reaction of her presence.

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[pigeon]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/jtupth.jpg] All because of you, I believe in angels. x_With the spring ambience present, it's artful pastel of vivid colors captured his interest, abducting it, completely beyond his control. Charlie loved scenery, it brought him sheer amazement how beautiful something could be, something created so simply. Though of course when he thought about beauty, his sweet came to mind and she is what made him loose his mind. It would just tumble away and refuse to return to it's rightful place inside his head. Swept away in his little fairytale land, he had been oblivious to the approaching female, so absorbed in his thoughts, she'd be able to cut distance between them. Although as he realized her lingering presence, he came quick to her attention and forced all sences into action. His actions sometimes made him seem unwise, letting his guard down, although who the hell would want to mess with a dog his size? Charlie had little to worry about when it came to letting his guard down. He simply gave the bitch his attention out of simple respect, he was courteous and he hoped it would be mutual. He REALLY hated dealing with jerks, although at times he knew more than well he could be one. He'd treat her fairly and see where she would stand in his judgements. x_ The typical high stung doberman, he breed was easily identafiable, she seemed pure of breed. From the look of it she was a rather regal looking dog, lean and muscular with a sweet looking face and a womanly frame. A guy would scream with pleasure just touching it, it seemed. What a cute looking girl, though her appearance absoultely screamed power, and depanded utter respect. He traced her bodiance with his light pigmenated eyes, slowly going over each curve before returning to her face, she had a plesent look on her face. Fangs were not viewable, she had a familiar appearance. He let that minor thought pass as he moved into a stand, his back still stiff and eyes unmoving, he made a couple bold steps, nearing her more to get a better view and give his introduction formally. This was a testy move, she could find this either disrespectful and lash at him. Or she would view it as friendly and simply act on a common greeting. Gradually the dane allowed his head to descend past his withers, a move that showed his peacefulness. He followed up by lifting his head once again instead of keeping it lowered, this showed his pride. Exhaling gently his vocals rumbled in his throat, a deep raspy voice was emitted from his jaws. "Uh, hello.." x_His voice was soft and under used, he wasn't much of a talker but he didn't want to appear rude for letting this lady just sit there for who knows how many minutes. "I didn't see you there.." He offered a slight smile, his intense gaze still fixed on her face. His muscles we're stiff and rigid, he wasn't trying a hard ass type of look or anything of the sort. It was simply how he always held himself when around other dogs, he didn't intend to appear aggressive or dominant though with years of fighting his body was trusting of no body. It didn't mater your relation, once in contact with another canine of any sort he was iron made, tense and quick to react. Charlie had such a sweet boy-ish face, though he was a dangerous fighter, he tried his best to keep this part of him locked away, although sometimes the padlock wasn't strong enough. x_If she made a move that threatened him, she'd have teeth around her neck quicker than she could touch him. This was his strength, his weakness was his hatred for fighting, he hated the smell of blood, the taste of it and the cries of someone in pain. His heart was too gentle for that, although instinct is a real asshole to him. He'd rather lay there and take a beating than fight back. The sun was warm against his back, his body temperature rising as his body worked to keep muscles hard, he relaxed his gaze only to glance up at the sky and back down. He didn't know what to say to her, he wasn't good at conversation. Charlie swallowed, could this be.. Erida? So that's why she had seemed familiar, she was the Alphess of one of the packs, he tilted his ears forwards a tad more, curiosity arose in his features. What the hell is she doing here? I've heard she's a huge bitch.. Charlie thought to himself a moment before deciding on figuring her out for himself, he couldn't rely on everyone's opinion, he didn't even know her so he had no right to label her already. "Well, i'll introduce myself first i suppose, for my lack of attention to you already. I'm Charlie.. but just call me Char though, please."

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/eridamid.png] The fae's frame was nestled comfortably within the shade of an old, decrepit tree. The dark bark was chipped and peeling exposing the white, fleshy interior. By appearance it seemed as though it had been a favorite of some of the woodland creatures to rip the hide from the wooden beast to fatten themselves. The large, overhanging arms still embraced the trunk tightly allowing their thick green foliage to provide a perfect resting spot for those traveling through the heat of the island. Liquid honey irises grasped tightly onto the brute's as he acknowledged her presence. Though the gaze was softened without any hint of violence toward the large dog, they were demanding. If a single look could speak this particular one would shout for him to stand down, to be upfront and not attempt any ill moves. She was in no mood for a scuffle today, and really had no desire for reason to go tooth and claw. During her wait for the Dane to return to reality his aroma managed to waft toward waiting nasal cavities offering her a chance for some analysis at a distance. He was a loner. That was all that had mattered to the doberman. Had he been of a pack their meeting would go quite differently. She would have to live up to the reputation that slithered from maw to maw throughout the Barzakh and Elysian territories. Once the brute's optics left position to take in the she-devil's frame her own took the opportunity to leave their fixated position. She had looked him over many times from the distance, yet being one of observation she never let a chance to take in details slip her by. She had been impressed by the dog since eyes first touched upon him. He was large and muscular, quite likely one of the biggest canines to roam the island, which in itself was quite a feat. Yet even more interesting to the queen were the scars criss crossing over his hide. There were many marks embedded within him, a sign of a warrior indeed. Erida was always impressed by those who wore such trophies of battle. The bitch herself was quite deceptive in outward appearance in regards to the blood that had tainted her dainty paws. Her entire frame was free of scars or wear, except for the single fresh mark tracing from the middle of her skull downward to the corner of her almond shaped sockets. Her own marking was one the fae was still quite unsure of. It could ruin the sweet facade she so often used, or could add fuel to the innocent damsel part the actress favored. The raspy words pulled receptors to full attention, reaching to their full ability toward the voice. Light hues found themselves touching upon his own once again. Automatically the smile that began to fade with thought found itself tugging upon canid lips and adding a ginger gleam to her eyes. A finely crafted tiara dipped and rose slowly as a first response to his greeting in most polite fashion. Only now was she able to notice the overall presence that this canine of mixed heritage possessed. He was quite polite, yet very proud of himself which could prove to be a wonderful combination with his obvious past of scrapping. How frequently, why, and with who he fought were just a few of the questions floating around the fae's mind. A rear end rose, muscles fluidly rolling the lithe frame to it's full height as a few steps of approach were taken by the stranger. Lengthy limbs mimicked his movement taking two distance devouring strides. Every muscle upon the bitch's frame was relaxed as if she had not a care in the world in his presence. By evaluating his sheer size and markings it seemed many would be at least slightly worried if they had not known the beast. Not much frightened the doberman, especially not death. Death was like an old friend that she had seen time and time again. Her voice chimed like that of an angel, sweet and eloquent, a more pleasant sound hard to come by, "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Char. You may call me Erida." Though she figured chances were he knew who she was or soon would, the cordial thing would be to offer her calling nonetheless. "I apologize for not making you aware of my presence sooner. I would hate for my own thoughts to be interrupted so figured I'd wait until you were ready."

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[pigeon]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/jtupth.jpg] All because of you, I believe in angels. ooc// Laptop had to be fixed, was out of internet. =\ BUT I AM BACK! Soft brown eyes caressed her body again as she drew near, each define muscle told the Dane mix that she had quite a bit of power beyond that cute face. Adamant muscles grew tighter as instinct kicked in, that sweet rush of adrenaline rushed into his veins, it was almost immediate as his heart rate increased and his fiery eyes seemed to dilate slightly. Oh no he wasn't going to launch all his dead weight onto her tiny frame, this was just how he was when someone approached him, it was hardwired into his brain to constantly be alert and ready to fight. She was safe right now, despite how it seemed at the moment. It seemed he wasn't breathing, because it was so slight and focused, air passed through the with slightest movement of his deep chest. He kept his eyes on her as he pressed tall ears forwards and caught her soft voice, it was lyrical and relaxing in a way. Although her dominant stature and that defiant look in her eyes kept him on edge. Charlie was a humble guy, submissive towards his authorities, he was reliable and had an unyielding loyalty. It was what a lot of back leaders craved in their members, though due to his tendency to kill, if corrected with the fang.. He was often exiled, or just left because he knew it wasn't where he belonged. Charlie would make a terrible leader, if forced the responsibilities, he's too much of a push over. His place in the world is undecided, half the time he doesn't even know who he is. To put it shorts, he is a homicidal maniac trapped in the body of a sweet boy. Charlie focused on his response for a moment, before taking a weary step back and staring hard at her. So it was Erida, what he had heard so much about. "Oh yes, i know who you are." he mused softly as he studied her further more, she did seem quite destructive, he titled his head a bit towards the right. "Pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." echoed from his jaws quickly before he continued with his soft speech. "It's quite alright, i understand what you mean.. What brings you here? In search of new acquaintances? Perhaps you fancied a stroll?" he inquired as he side stepped, further distancing himself, it was for her own safety really... or just his personal comfort level. Gravel from the road slushed around as his feet found their way, he twitched an ear back, alert for 'surprises' "You can safely assume why I'm here, no where else to go.. lack of something else to do. The comfort and quietness of being surrounded by the dead." His voice was warming up to be rather charming in tone, laced with a friendly casual touch. Muscles twitched beneath his thick hide, and he inhaled her sweet scent. Of course he found her beautiful, he was a male, what was to be expected? Though unlike most, he would never act on it, nor would it give her any advantage. In his mind, she was just another dog, nothing more and nothing less. His large body was still ready for battle, but he forced himself to sit down. His haunches with thick with quivering muscle, they seemed ready to spring.

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/eridamid.png] The tension that seemed to seep up the large brute's frame seemed to reach from the Dane and physically pull her attention in an attempt to force it to focus completely on the larger canine. It was almost as if she could view the surge of adrenaline tainting his blood, the image of clear fluid coursing over a damn to dilute a river of crimson blood. The sound of his heart drummed audibly within perked receptors. Each wet thump against its cage of ribs forced the fae's auds to twitch in nearly invisible movements. Honey hued optics willingly found his brown after examining the readied bodice, and admiring the restraint he was holding despite the instinctual nagging to attack. The entire scene brought back so many fond memories of meetings, battles, and death yet today would be different as far as the doberman could tell. Though the taste of blood was always welcome the demoness was to intelligent to even allow the thought of going tooth and claw with the male. He was much larger than she, and from the looks of him was quite a bit more experienced in battle. Surely she had many lives drawing notches in her imaginary belt, but very few were taken from her own fangs. Manipulation was more her way of being. She loved her role of puppet master and it was rare she would waste her time or energy tearing the flesh from another unless it were to correct one of her own. Erida was sure that without her brains the Metnal Pack would fail. Too many had little to no control over themselves upon her lands, thinking was not their strong points. A smirk slowly slithered across the demoness' maw replacing the sweet smile offered only moments prior, a more natural expression to wear upon her feminine features. A single, inquisitive brow elevated as the male's lyrics began to smooth as they exited his larynx taking in every word. She was hardly surprised that he knew of her and could only imagine the stories he had been told. Though one thing that did surprise her slightly was the fact that knowing of her he not only held his manners, but continued on with a seemingly normal, every day conversation. Most would either run or attack. Those who wished to join her had always simply found the pack's lands and hoped to survive during their travels through the deceptively beautiful scenery in order to ask for a position within her ranks. Only once before had she met another loner who was so willing to talk with her, and even then he had his own threatening display. Char's questioning erased the wonderment for just a moment as she contemplated her reasoning for finding this very spot upon the island. A chiseled crown dropped from its axis only slightly as she began to consider his inquiry. A moment too long seemed to pass, as was usual with the bitch when her temper wasn't in danger of combustion, before she responded, "Several things I suppose, Char. It is always nice to get away from the pack to wander and offer myself some time to clear my head. It becomes quite obnoxious being around the same dogs day in and day out." Her last statement caused an outward scoff at the thought of the mongrels. Most were seemingly worthless for company even if each was chosen for a reason to stay upon her lands. Idiots. A bunch of blubbering idiots except for a few rare exceptions. Though at least a couple of her offspring looked as if they would be exactly what she had wanted to add to the pack's lines. The movement away from her space was noted as she finished her first reason. The distance was immediately snatched back by single elongated reach of slender limbs. That golden gaze never left it's place clinging to his optics while she spoke, nor when she moved. The smirk spread wider, pulling the skin of her maw tighter against the hidden structure. It was a game to her, test the brute to see how far he would go, not allow him to initiate the space that was the queen's right and only hers in the fawn painted doberman's mind. "I like to visit here occasionally to admire my work as well." It was the truth, though it wasn't something that really needed to be shared. Every sound that left her did so for a reason. Who was this dog? What was his history? Where did he stand? Reactions to such statements could offer the bitch so many possible answers without the long drawn out getting to know each other period. Charlie's own reasoning for being here forced triangular soldiers even further forward upon her skull, smooth lyrics soon following, "Perhaps you need a hobby, Char. Fiddling with the dead is no way to spend your time. Quite a waste indeed." A calculating look shifted tracing the contours of each large muscle adorning the loner's frame as she considered a number of places he would be better suited rather then here upon the filthy, fur-less creatures' graves.

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