then you might still have me. <3 [open]

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A M O R A

Her gait a lazy, slumbering walk, Amora headed into the "street". If it could even be called that anymore, seeing as no traffic headed down it. It was such a lonely road, left as completely useless cement with wasted paint that had drawn lines on it. She sighed. All the humans had vanished. It made life simpler without them, it made life boring without them. You could wander anywhere you wanted, and not have to watch carefully about. Well, except for infected dogs. She quietly wondered what it would be like to be infected, if the infection really seemed like an infection to yourself at all. Or if you were completely unaware, just living life ignorantly blissful as you always had, until someone told you that you were infected. Hmm, what would happen then? Depending on the dog, they might get very angry and defensive, stuck in denial. They might attack you, and in turn affect you. Or maybe they thought it was something cool, like even your mind didn't work right anymore. And they just accepted it happily, glad they were, and went on with life. Maybe they were just a tolerant dog, and accepted it easily even if they didn't like it. The last seemed most unlikely.

So then either way, both were not good. You would be attacked and most likely infected also, or you were so out of your mind you didn't even realize just how not good that was and were thrilled with the fact. She wasn't sure which she would be. She didn't want to be crazy and ignorant, even if blissful there was still a price for it, even if you didn't know it. Then again, if she got angry, she might infect another dog. That would be no good.. Or would it be? It might depend on the dog, though she wasn't sure if even the most awful dog deserved something that completely awful. Yes, she decided. Some dogs were just naturally, and unfortunately for them, evil anyways. So whether they were infected or not did not frankly matter. To be infected might be better, because then at least you might be unaware of the chaos and havoc you were causing. To be just plain evil was definitely the worst of anything. You knew everything you did, every hurt and ache you cause, physical and emotional. & still, you continued to do it. There was just no excuse for that, in Amora's opinion.

Then again, she was becoming an increasingly guarded dog. It was because of others actions, but she was aware of it, so that was no excuse still. Would it make her more and more used to the violence and meanness of the world? Would it make the world easier for her to handle, but also make her meaner herself? She didn't know, but she certainly didn't mind being more guarded. It saved a lot of heartache and pain, not to mention a lot of her time, which she considered precious. Every minute, every second, because who knew when you would pass on? Nobody on Earth did. Another sigh. Nobody did know, but she was not afraid of it like most others. She had come so close in the past she had pretty much died and come back to life, so she was not afraid. Fear was a weakness, after all. Another weakness which she did not need, for she already had plenty. Her thought process rapid, her mind worked quickly. However, she was now across the street and father, through some grass and trees and some more grass. She had picked up to a lope a little bit ago, and she slowed to a stop and listed her lightly colored nose to the air. The soft breeze carried the smell of birds. She licked her lips, but she did not have wings.

She sniffed a plant at her foot. Deep breath, held it, and then slowly let it out. Such lack of smell, and what she did smell was not entirely good. Blowing out of her nose softly, she watched the tendrils of the weed float away on the breeze. At peace, she took a few more steps forward, crushing the weed. Oh well, it was just a not-good-smelling weed anyways. The world could always use less. She looked at the sun, and then back down, blinking quickly. Her mistake, the spots of lightness in her vision wouldn't go away. She shook her head, and got a little dizzy. Trying to steady herself and make sure she didn't fall, she grew very still. And then she heard it. Soft footsteps. She froze, her head held low. She listened as the grass crunched to the side of her, towards her left back end. She closed her eyes, breathed slowly, and then just realized there was another dandelion right in front of her face. She felt a sneeze coming on.. hold it.. hold it.. hold it.. and a twig snapped. Her head turned sliowly, looking at the figure not too far away. Her body followed, so she was facing it square.

Then she waited, a million thoughts running so fast through her mind she didn't even try to pick out just one. It might fry her circuits, had she done so. She could hear herself, feel herself, slowly shutting down. She had been alone, enjoying the beautiful day in the park. And now someone had joined her. Maybe they hadn't even known she was here. She tried to believe that, to squash the hope that they had actually come to talk to her. It would most likely not be true, anyways, right? She hadn't talked to anyone, seen anyone, in so long. It was actually rather refreshing. There really were still other life forms on this planet.

status: OPEN
words: 966 [minus coding]
mood: slightly hopeful, trying not to be
puppet(s): Amora & Diablo

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[Wolfy ♥]

Visanine Park. A once green oasis of life and sound, has since riddled to nothingness. The park looked as if it's shadowed counter part took over and killed all that made the park what it was. A living, breathing part of the earth. Made for both human and nature to coincide with each other. But now it was dead. Not that death was much of a surprise anymore. At the least, it was a welcome ticket to exit stage right. The world was not as it used to be. Ever since the 'Toy Soldier' incident, the humans began fleeing and dropping like flies. Some still wander around town but aren't what you would call human. The animals around town were beginning to act more tame than the feral humans. Their minds turning to mush as their brains were over come by the mysterious infection.
The animals, mainly dogs and canidae of sorts were the ones left to fend for themselves. It was a shame for some. Especially the house pets, who held onto false hope. Thinking that their faithful companions they'd always looked up to would return. Arms open, to cradle and hold them, to brush their fur and tell them that the world was warm and safe again. It was a lie, just a beautiful lie. A beautiful lie to cover up the reality of the situation. None of them truly wanted to accept the fact that they never would come back. That if they kept waiting for something that would never happen they would surely die a slow, painful, hopeless death. But maybe it was for the best. They would be back with their owners again. In some great beyond some believed. Not this brute though. Diabolos accepted his fate. The time in his life where he body would simply stop. When his heart and mind would forever freeze and he would drop to the ground and die. His body would decompose and go into the ground to become the next batch of feed for the earthworms. Maybe he'd even become a nest for a brand new generation of baby maggots.

Diabolos shook his crown and fell in step beside an old trail weaving it's way through the park. Ah, the memories this place brought back were good but bittersweet. Years ago, when he was alpha of a pack dubbed the Desperadoes. They would wreck terror in this park. This was just another patch of land to have fun on for them.

But the gang fell apart over time as friendships were matched, rivalries were formed and Diabolos ended up killing half of those he considered as close as brothers. All over a single female who wanted to climb the ranks and become his mate. Just for power's sake, not for love. Not like he really cared for love or for that harlot at all. Sure, he bedded a few females in his day. But nothing ever sprouted from it except regret when the female would turn the tides against him. Come up with some story, fall in love, or a mixture of the two. Just to give him the bad reputation.

Diabolos could just never get females at all. They were temperamental, hormonal things. Something Diabolos never really liked getting himself involved with. Strange enough, since the majority of females in his pack often flocked to him. Maybe it was the protective tough guy aura of him. But like always he'd just ignore them. There flirtatious comments, their seducing movements and gestures, and hopeless gestures that got them no where. Never before had he had a mate, or even wanted one. But as he grew older, he began to think of what it would be like to have one. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad he thought. However that didn't mean that he was out seeking one. Whatever came his way was fine for him. If some kind of romance sprouted from a surprise meeting then it was fine and dandy. If not then it wasn't a big deal.

With a deep sigh to himself, Diabolos shook himself out of his thoughts. As usual he was so deep in thought he'd been unaware of where he was actually going. Obviously from his surroundings he was still in the park. But not on the same course he was originally. No, he'd taken some kind of path through the woods and brush. He had no idea what part of the park he was in but it wasn't familiar. This was alien territory and there was someone else here.

His strides became nothing short of a tip toe. He was trying to find himself some coverage. Not that there was any. Just a tree or two for a few yards and he would be stupid to make a mad dash. As the world changed around him so did his feelings about it. Death could be waiting around any corner. And while Diabolos thought of it as an easy ticket, he wouldn't let his death come to him so easily. He would die trying. Never backing down even if the numbers and odds were against him. It was just the way he was raised. Lessons his father taught to him as a child were embedded into his mind forever. Nothing less than perfection was expected to him as a child. Even now as an adult he strived to be stronger than the rest.

Suddenly it all came to view, another dog. A female. "Oh joy.." He grumbled in between his clenched teeth. Maybe if he ignored her then maybe she would just pass. But if not then she might approach him. Thinking on his feet. The wolf made a decision to stand tall and look threatening. His tail was erect, the fur on his back was bristling, his teeth were showing and he was letting out a deep throaty growl.

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A M O R A

He got closer. She noticed his eyes. So gorgeous. But the rest of him.. all she could think was how he was so obviously not happy to see her, so he looked ugly. She decided he might not really be, but the rest of him looked it. Then he started to snarl.. Yep, even his eyes were ugly now. She made the strangest face, wondering what he thought that was going to accomplish. 'Silly boy, you'll have to use your words if you would like me to go.' she thought to herself, an eyebrow cocking itself at him as he head turned to an angle. Her expression was one that was emotionless, except for a 'umm.. what was that?' look. Like she was dumb or something. She wasn't, but he wasn't a puppy either. 'Be a big boy, use your words! she encouraged him in her head, and smiled on the outside, suppressing a laugh. She cleared her throat, and shifted to her other foot, her eyebrow back in place.

He probably thought she was dumb now, not knowing what that meant. Crazy too, not knowing what she was laughing at, and thinking she was laughing at his aggressive behavior. 'Too bad we can't read each others minds.' she thought, but then took it right back. Noo-o-oo, that would definitely be a bad thing for the most part. No privacy, what so ever. She liked her privacy, too. She sat down, her tail gave one wag on the way down. Leaning back and relaxing, she smiled slightly. "Are we having a bad day?" she said, softly and not sarcastic at all. It was an honest question. She chuckled a little, but not too much. She didn't think it was funny, what she thought was funny was that he was a stranger, walked up to her and hadn't said anything, just immediately growled with a stance like he was going to eat her. She bet he could eat her, too. She'd just rather not try and see, though. There were no vets around to fix her up. No, scratch that. There was no God around to bring her back to life and put the pieces left that were indeed unidentifiable back together again.

Speaking of vets, not many humans, either. Those that were around, were infected with a strange virus so they acted strange. She didn't suspect they would ever be the same. Oh well, she had no desire for captivity what so ever anyways. It had been cold, they had poked her, bothered her sleep, it had been uncomfortable, and raw animal meat was so much better. She really actually had a desire to stay in the wild, even if they had warm hands and some of them even had sweet voices. She liked it now, where she could go where she wanted as long as she wanted and do whatever she wanted. She liked her freedom. Freedom made her happy. Plus, you were stuck with the other dogs in the house or neighborhood. Here, she could travel as far as she wanted and meet as many dogs as she wanted. She liked it.

She wagged her tail a little more, showing she was being friendly. Her look was a soft one. She had a small smile still on her face, a look of innocence that she hated because then dogs thought they could take advantage of her. What she didn't hate, though, was letting them know they couldn't take advantage of her. That part was always fun. She was sitting down, but her tail was wagging a bit and her ears were perked forward, ready to catch his response. Hopefully, it wouldn't something meaner than a growl. Then she really had her hands full.

status: closed
words: 640 [minus coding]
mood: baffled, amused.
puppet(s): Amora & Diablo

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