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Season - Winter Weather - The autumn equinox is over, and the last of the chinook winds have since passed. The weather can only put emphasis on the city's physical and economical dilapidation. The sun penetrates the darkness for scarcely six hours and only than is it seen when the clouds permit. Dogs would do well to find shelter, or perish from overexposure. Breeding- Yes Whelping- None till spring	Know of our plight We owe them nothing Every week that passes cannot bring us far enough away from that fateful time when we abandoned in our most desperate hour. The aftermath itself holds the city in a fog of despair and neglect. The few of us that survived sometimes wished we didn't. This god forsaken city is a hell in itself. To recount in detail the horror that plagued us is not an option, so a simple summary must suffice to tell you what the ruins cannot. It started with a cold winter rife with snow, the likes of which has not been seen in this area for nearly three decades. The beginning of the end came, ironically, with spring. The rain fell for nearly a week till the higher elevation snows thawed and poured their contents into the bay faster than any could've imagined. The floods reached all parts of the city, destroying most of it. The humans left, leaving us to the mercy of the water. They never offered us reparation for their abandonment; they simply left us- alone, vulnerable, and destitute It is now that the era of the Lost Reparation begins. They owe us reparation We're currently looking for mods. If you're interested, please send me a message and I will monitor your activity. To become an Alpha of a pack you must prove yourself worthy through a sufficient amount of activity and literacy. Click below to advertise	Featured Sites

Lost Reparation :: The City :: The Docks :: Waiting for what will never come Author Topic: Waiting for what will never come (Read 391 times) Trua Administrator member is offline Joined: Dec 2006 Posts: 15 Karma: 1 Waiting for what will never come « Thread Started on Dec 21, 2006, 1:43am » A large, dark figure sat upon the crooked boards of a decrepit dock. Dark fur stood boldly against the dying hues of sunlight as the premature evening turned to night. The days offered little comfort and warmth at this time of year; instead offering the antagonizing presence of the sun which teased the cold with its meek rays. Today was one such day that the sun had taunted with its light, rising late and straying little from the horizon before it died and let the darkness once more envelop the city, as it was doing now. The serenade of crickets had long since died in the first of the autumn frosts, and now only the somber lapping of water against the wooden posts broke the silence of dusk. It was one of those days where the wind scarcely blew and surrealism clung heavily to the atmosphere. Solemn eyes stared disbelievingly at the horizon that led to the ocean. He still couldn’t believe it had been seven months since the incident, since he had been with him and still known the comforts of companionship. It hurt to reminisce further of those incidents; of what would come to be called the Great Abandonment. Yes, it had been a long time, but not long enough. The beast shifted his weight between his two paws, the motions of his black limbs causing the planks to grown in protest. His eyes fell absently to the water as he watched the bobbing of the first sea ice in the bay. The ice was not unlike his eyes in color; for he had inherited the blue-eyed trait from the blood of malamute that he contained. His blue eyes lacked so thoroughly in pigmentation that they appeared almost white. His gaze was an eerie thing to behold. As he brought himself to his feet his black fur wavered slightly with the fluid movements of his haunches. His thick black fur reflected his heritage of not only malamute blood, but that of a newfoundland as well. His fur had always appeared shaggy instead of fluffy, and was an uninterrupted surface of black. Now, where it had once shown with an eloquence of health, it seemed a bit dull forgotten. His coat was nonetheless thick, and had proved itself weather resistant. His figure, though excessively large and a bit bulky, was somehow reminiscent of an Anatolian shepherd in that he appeared with a less heavy midsection. He even held his tail as most individuals of the breed do; with a curl at the end. His enormous paws were a fitting size for his own excessive frame, but they seemed to even have room to spare, not far from being the size of modest dinner plates. As he began to turn his back to the sun, which had been all but enveloped by the horizon- he cast a sober and depressing glance back over his shoulder. His face seemed to hold an infinite sadness, yet it seemed as natural as if he had been born with that look. His jowls- which did not hang to the extremity of a newfoundland, but rather the comfortable median of an Anatolian- seemed to have always held that same solemn frown that has played itself constantly upon his features. His eyes always seemed furrowed in an odd expressional mix of sadness and pity. When he finally turned his head away he could not help but let his mind revisit the memories. He remembered so clearly the soft hands of that young human girl who had found him so enthralling. It was true that he had not always lived the life of a stray. He had spent many of his waking hours wandering in the forests with that little girl treading at his heals, always with one small hand clutching his thick, black fur. He had protected her, showing her the small nirvanas of nature that he had found himself. She, in return, had provided him with comfort and a home. He spent the milder seasons sleeping under the porch of the girl’s house. When the last of the Chinook winds gave way to the harsh spite of winter he would then spend his nights inside the quaint wooden home. The girl’s parents regarded him little, except when they set out a dish of bland, dry food on the porch or by the door- depending on the season. He only ate small portions of this offering, preferring to scrounge about for a meal that was of a more appealing taste. It was that one day that he spent away from her that he dearly wished he had not. He had ventured into the torrents of rain simply to occupy his mind, and spend a good amount of times from the confines of the house. It seemed a worthy sacrifice of his shelter, for the torment of boredom was too much to sustain. He retreated from the already flooded area of the city that the house occupied, to the higher grounds of the hiking trails. The rains intensified greatly within only a few hours, and when he finally did begin to venture back towards the girls home he found the way impassable. He waited for nearly two days, hearing the drones of helicopters and the engines of rescue boats as they navigated across the expanse of the city. It was two weeks before the humans began to return, and only then in small numbers. Some dogs found their humans, and were taken away to where ever the horrible droning machines had first taken the people. He patiently waited for his turn, anxiously turning his head to examine the machines of the humans and the buzz of their voices. He imagined the young girl waltzing up to him, as she always did, to clutch a piece of his black fur and wait for him to lead her to a place of interest. He waited six months for his salvation, scanning the waters of the bay as soon as the waters had receded enough for him to sit on the docks. His intrepid hopes waned until his waiting became merely a ritual of habit and his salvation never came. All that remains of the young girl now is the worn, red leather collar wrapped itself around his neck. The dog lifted a forepaw gingerly to tug at the collar. He pulled the worn leather from his neck with one vigorous tug and the red object fell onto the dusty planks with a soft ring that resonated softly in the cold evening. He took the collar tenderly in his jaws laid it precariously on the jagged edge of a broken plank. He breathed a heavy sigh and continued the short length to the shore. It was time he made his own salvation, and fueling the flame of a new generation of survival. The click of his nails against wood echoed mildly till he reached the dusty earth, where he stopped and listened intently to the silence. A gust of wind urged the stagnant air into movement and the hollow sound of something falling into the water perpetrated the silence. As if in satisfaction, the dog moved forward, back towards the city. « Last Edit: Dec 21, 2006, 8:56pm by Trua » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged •Link• Administrator Perspicacious member is offline Love is to live and live is to love. Now I wonder where hate comes in...? Joined: Dec 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 10 Location: On the ceiling... Karma: 0 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #1 on Dec 23, 2006, 5:18pm » OOC// Short. It appears Linkeh is low on the Muse power. I hope you can work with it though. BIC: The air tingled with disappointment. A fog she could not name spread along the earth. The realm of which was benownced to her was all around. Her face plastered with the memory of loved ones forgotten. Crickets chirped. The rising of their little gasps was slightly annoying but conforting. The brown fur and the sky slid together to form the dog whom's name was Sky. She was listening as the water lapped against the boards and the grimy little insects chirped. She held her face up. Her motion quite strange. A sniff. She caught a scent. Ascent she had never smelt before. There plastered against the sea a male. Sky was thinking'Affirmative. No bother to me anyway.' her body swayed a bit as she sat down upon the boards. The dog,yes the male he was moving back towards the city. But why? She guessed he had come for privacy and now he was leaving. She bowed her head towards the sand and with liquid movement dug her nose into the soft water brushed earth before speaking. "Hello,male. I am Sky. And you? Contact seemed to be the best answer. Best responce her brain could shun from. Her tail hightened as she felt the wind move up her bodice. She gave a quick bow and scampered off to the black beast. Her eyes transfixed upon him. "Is something wrong my dear?" She asked out of curiosity and slight kindness. "I could make it all better..." She gave him a small lick on his muzzle. She was being a slight flirt and she figured an annoyance as well. She padded forward. Her tail waggeed happily as she gave short chuckle. She was being a chatterbox really. With her boredom came a dog. Whenever it appears to Sky she can come along and actually speak to someone after boredom shde does. Though she won't take shit from anyone. She prefers more so to do things her own way. She padded ahead of him by an inch seeing if he would get all tempermental or was this true. She gave a little smile towards him and yipped a bit. Would his respondence be sweet or sour. Thats what wondering is for... « Last Edit: Dec 23, 2006, 5:20pm by •Link• » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Trua Administrator member is offline Joined: Dec 2006 Posts: 15 Karma: 1 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #2 on Dec 24, 2006, 3:03pm » The male paused as he heard the bitch approach, the depression atmosphere that he had created momentarily bereaved from the area upon her arrival. He reclined once more to his haunches, gazing with curiosity at her- jealous of her blissful state of mind. He wondered how she could be so numb to this inevitable pain that he felt at loss of all he had ever known. What once seemed a utopia had turned so suddenly to the ashes of hell- and yet this female seemed blissfully ignorant of it all. "My name?" he replied with raised brows, though his eyes were still calm, as if the drowsiness of sleep held them. "Cerebrus." "Is something wrong my dear?' He furrowed his brow as her words reached his black ears. He stood once more as she drew closer and continued to walk, watching the bitch with careful eyes. He mulled her words about his mind, enthralled by her inability to guess, what with some of the city's ruins still prominently noticeable. Words once more flowed from the bitch's mouth, yet these were flirtatious and provocative. He found the playful lick of her tongue against his cheek surprising, and he immediately tried to hide this beneath his white eyes. She was quite a silly beast, a large contrast from his own reserved introductions. "I've no need for the company of a bitch in that manner," he replied, his eyes now fixed upon the city instead of her. "Plenty of others would gladly pick up the offer though; it certainly saves them time and energy that would otherwise be spent trying to rape you." He cast a side ways glance upon her features, a playful light in his eyes which had been lost for sometime. It was only momentary though, for his features once more turned solemn as he eyes gazed at the city. Lights blared obtrusively against the blackness of the sky, strung along the sides of buildings and tossed in a random fashion among the low lying branches of trees. It was always like that this time of year, when the smell of fresh cut pine clung heavily to the doorways of houses. This year the festive lights appeared only on the houses which had already been built and the scent pine no longer flooded with the same persistence as one strolled down Gleeson Street. It seemed simply there, no more important than any of the other inevitable days of the year. Yet the foolish dog still clung to whatever hope that had not been drowned in the waters of the bay along with his collar. Though it mocked his sadness with the taunting of what might never be, it also fueled ideas. It birthed the flame of something that would bring about a renaissance of sorts to the dogs that remained on the streets as he did. He walked a moment longer in silent contemplation before speaking to the bitch beside him. “What’s your name by the way?” he paused, awaiting an answer before beginning again. “Do you belong to a pack of some sort? This disorganized anarchy getting to be a bit of a nuisance, and I was thinking of the possibility of creating one…” He hoped his words were not just the useless bluffing of thought- that they would actually have the ability to bring about change. The air itself seemed to bring itself out of stagnation with the prospect of such change. Upon the new wind the sky of the darkened horizon grew darker with the promise of snow. « Last Edit: Dec 25, 2006, 1:59pm by Trua » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged •Link• Administrator Perspicacious member is offline Love is to live and live is to love. Now I wonder where hate comes in...? Joined: Dec 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 10 Location: On the ceiling... Karma: 0 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #3 on Dec 26, 2006, 2:23pm » The state of amusement and fun sort of playfulness of the state he was in ended. She was of course innocent towards anything that had transpired for the male. He seemed unmistakably sad and she felt sympathy towards him trying to brighten the sad portal he had fallen through. She closed her eyes for a second hearing the brute reply. Her ear twitched as she remembered something her mother had said long before. "Cerebrus? Your name vaguely reminds me of someone." She spoke gently with her eyes dancing like fire. She was not a whore that just wanted sex. She was smarter than that. She as stated before felt a strange sympathy for this Brute named Cerebrus. "Well of course I can see you need a slight alliance with company. Maybe not with me because you do not know me. I don't want to talk to any others and I do not long to be someone different in your eyes either. I just felt sympathy for you. You looked a bit saddened." She closed her eyes and emmitted an innocent sigh. Though she caught his eye and saw the playfulness. He was not like others she had seen. He was much more. Was she...? No love was irresponsible. Sky could not defy the one thing her mother had taught. She would wait for the right creature. "My name? Sky. No i do not have a pack. I'm just a roamer. Though if you are going to create one. I'd be happy to join yours." She gave him a smile. Sky looked up at the sky and smiled too as the night decended and it seemed as the sleek snow was to fall. « Last Edit: Dec 26, 2006, 2:24pm by •Link• » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Trua Administrator member is offline Joined: Dec 2006 Posts: 15 Karma: 1 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #4 on Dec 27, 2006, 12:35am » "Really?" he replied at her comment on the familiarity of his name. "I hope it isn't a reminder of anyone too horrible." He managed a meek smile, noticing her vehement, dancing eyes. True, she did not seem the type to be a whore, nor did he notice any excessive signs of her being one. One such sign would've been the obvious swelling of her abdomen- specifically her tits, which suggested an excessive birthing of pups. She possessed none of these features, and for that he was mildly grateful. It was, after all, the beginning of breeding season, and he did not want to be tempted by the lusty smell of a bitch in heat. He feared he would take up a female on her offer just for the sake of drowning his depression. The last thing he wanted was the nagging obligation he would feel of pups that were born from his lust instead of love. His mind quickly meandered back to female's presence, his ears tuned to her voice as she spoke. "I hoped my sadness wasn't so obvious," he remarked with a slight chuckle. "Don't mind my shrewd remark from earlier- I'm glad for some company. I haven't had any for quite a while." He let a soft scoff escape his throat as he realized the words he had spoken. It seemed company had strayed from his side ever since that girl had disappeared- though he knew it was not the case. It was physical company that he had many times- sometimes with the mangy strays and other times with dogs like themselves who had lost all human connection. So many had been abandoned to their own hellish fate, yet he had done little to notice or comfort them as he wallowed in his own self pity. They each clung to their own despairing hopes, even though their thoughts of reunion had long since died. Hell- what kind of dog would he be if he couldn't just get over it? He would create a revelation for the other strays and unite them in a stronghold that he would lead. The clouds had overtaken the city in a short amount of time, engulfing the newly lit stars and the dim, crescent moon. Their dark forms bid the coming of snow, and they did not disappoint. Despite their intimidating presence, they brought only a quiet shower of light, delicate snow. The flakes danced upon the air with a vivacious revelry, stirring upon the very wind that had carried the clouds across the bay. "Then Sky it is," he said as she told him her name. "Really? Than I suppose we're a pack of two for now- until others come of course. I know of a nice place just along the shore. It's run down, but nothing uninhabitable, I've been living there since the flood." He could not help but let a small smile crawl across his features, it was the first one that he had the courage to show for at least a month. He had found new hope. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged •Link• Administrator Perspicacious member is offline Love is to live and live is to love. Now I wonder where hate comes in...? Joined: Dec 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 10 Location: On the ceiling... Karma: 0 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #5 on Dec 27, 2006, 8:17am » "No, no one horrible my friend. In old memory I'm guessing. I can not trace it though." Her eyes glinted as his smile seemed to appear. He seemed as if he was etching details together. Sky tilted her head to look around at the Docks that were so near to her,"Yes thats what my mothere used to say to me all the time...'Fate will be unfolded.' But what was the rest...?'She thought with her head looking towards the sky. The sky that granted itself as her name. Shew turned her head as he spoke to her once more. "It was a bit Cerebrus but thats fine. At least you know how to use your emmotions unlike others. It is fine. It wasn't shrewd actually a lot of males expect that from most females as most females expect males are dumb. I will stay with you and really its the same with me." She heard his Scoff but paid no mind to it. The white snow seemed to come as an angel floating down to rescue everyone who was in fear of something. Her eyes looked out at the sea. Fish could not be seen swimming through small pools of water. She looked at her paws for a momment. Elegantly lifting them up and cleaning them off with her tongue. "Yes and I am sure others would be happy to join." She said cheerfully. "That place is perfect! Do you have a name for our pack,Cerebrus?" She said the last part eagerly. Sky had never been a part of something big. She had always been the lesser. She was excited. Excited by meeting Cerebrus. Excited about 'Their' pack. « Last Edit: Dec 27, 2006, 8:17am by •Link• » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Trua Administrator member is offline Joined: Dec 2006 Posts: 15 Karma: 1 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #6 on Dec 30, 2006, 11:31pm » ((Mmm, cider ^^ just hot enough to warm the gut but not burn the tongue =D I feel so cozy -.- I'm going to fix the admin thing so you actually have the ability to do something, so don't worry. And I'm going to advertise a lot, to get some extra members, which we desperately need. Wow, I feel so giddy making Christmas cookies for New Years (tehehe)) "Well, I suppose that's good enough, though having little recollection is such an annoying handicap," he replied, knowing many a dog could relate to such a problem. His eyes briefly followed a stray flake of snow that blew lightly towards his face. His face held a blank state of wonderment for the eloquent falling of snow- an expression normally reserved for the innocence of childhood. It appeared though, that a frail innocence still lingered from the time he had been a whelp. Such things were hidden in most and lost in some, yet the large male had often observed the expression upon those who had encompassed their mental being in hard shell of indifference. He knew many who possessed it- and those that didn't he pitied. "I suppose I should work on that though, for many males would see it as weakness. I should hope, though, that none so ignorant will be joining our ranks." He managed of meek smile at the thought of such dogs, many of which he had known or seen quite frequently on the streets. "I suppose you have the right to assume us to be dumb, it certainly does seem the nature of most males. And I'm glad you're staying- you know what they say, that misery loves company. I hope it's left us though, now that we have each other." He spoke the last few words cautiously, hoping they would not exude any affection that had begun feel towards the female. It was too early to love, but he certainly hoped that this was the sturdy foundation of a new friendship. "I hope others would be as willing to join as you," he put in proudly. "A name? Well, I never really thought of that, but it really is needed isn't it.... do you have any suggestions?" « Last Edit: Dec 30, 2006, 11:32pm by Trua » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged •Link• Administrator Perspicacious member is offline Love is to live and live is to love. Now I wonder where hate comes in...? Joined: Dec 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 10 Location: On the ceiling... Karma: 0 Re: Waiting for what will never come « Reply #7 on Jan 1, 2007, 10:10am » ((Sorry it took so long to post. And short...)) "Yes That is True Cerebrus." She said looking back over at him. She watched as he looked over at the soft white snowflake floated by him. She shivered a bit. It was getting colder by the moment of her small life. Sky knew the world was big. She knew she was small, weak, defenseless against the greater power that others held. As she watched the light that seemed to be its own abundant glow like the stars drift by. They were little presents. Small and meek as she. Her eyes twinkled as she watched. "True. Though I don't think you are dumb. Others are. Such as the ones who think they are powerful." She said a bit sleepily," We are like these Snowflakes. Small and possible of our own omnious glow. But a small creature could crush us easily..." She gazed at the dark sky. "I don't know. I never really thought." She said. 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