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Post by Squeeji on Mar 31, 2008 19:54:21 GMT -5
Perhaps it was a certain flair of the dramatic, but nighttime, during a fresh spring thunderstorm with the nearby coastal winds whipping at the head stones...it was this eve that sent a great dark shuck wandering the cemetery, skulking about like some monstrous leviathan, his mottled coat drenched to the bone and his wary eyes squinting at all he surveyed.
He was looking for something, he wanted something and he hungered for it, so much so that his yellowed teeth, terrible as they were, opened and closed, feeling...wanting...needing.
Truly no greater horror walked the earth now worse than this, this garbage hound...this killer of men, dogs and wolves.
"~You are such a poofter you know that?~"
The beast paused, looking slighted, his lips raised in insult. "Shaddup w'yea..." though both voices came from the same animal, one cultured and melodic, the other, coarse and uncouth. He growled and snapped his jaws.
"I'm just saying...someone is being a bit melodramic...aren't they?"
Cursing Murk charged at nothing, ramming into a head stone, snapping the brittle alabaster with his hefty form...making quite the cacophony...
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Post by nightblood on Apr 1, 2008 10:25:30 GMT -5
No longer winter, another beast could not help but stick out like a sore thumb against the gray head stones. A black and white striped form weaved between the carved rocks, not bothering to hide himself. To the contrary, he was humming loudly and had an odd bounce to his step, as if walk-dancing to his own catchy, yet eerie, tune. It was quite a sight to behold, a mangy, zebra-striped mutt dancing around in a graveyard. Quite perplexing.
BJ was... maybe the second to last thing anyone would want to meet. The sick-smelling wolf hybrid jumped when the sound of a breaking headstone reached his ears. Someone would have to be really angry in order to pick a fight with the dead. At that thought, he leaped up onto a wide headstone and looked around, looking for the source of the sound.
"Someone else in this great haunt?" he asked the air.
There, in the distance, as an odd figure. It seemed to be in the direction of the sound, even though it was too far away to figure out what it was. It seemed to be moving a little, but that could be his bad eyes playing tricks on him.
Smiling at the idea of seeing a fight, he resumed his bouncy gait and began humming once more, leaping onto two other wide headstones and walked on top of an exposed stone tomb before returning to the ground and trotting toward the noisy figure, his rump bobbing up and down and every now and then taking a step back in some odd form of dance.
"Do dodo do do dodo. Do do do do do-dodo... Do dodo do do dodo da dodo do doe dododo... There's- GOT to- be- bet-ter- words- to- this... La lala la la lala la la lala la lala la..."
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Post by Squeeji on Apr 1, 2008 20:59:36 GMT -5
The stripey dog caught Murk's attention in a second, his bright yellow eyes locking onto BJ like the male just said something not so very nice about his masculinity. The beast's nose wrinkled, obviously...someone was helping himself to the buried...how else could a cur smell so damn bad? Though he couldn't really judge, he smelt of no flowers, and was known to pinch a corpse on occasion.
~God in heaven he's somehow uglier than you!~
"Ah'll say." the shuck shook himself, kicking off the rubble of broken stone off his shaggy pelt, "Oi...you...fugly bugger." He barked at well...BJ, who was in his opinion, powerfully repulsive, not that that was a bad thing in the eyes of the big mutt.
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Post by nightblood on Apr 1, 2008 22:52:19 GMT -5
"Oi...you...fugly bugger."
"Huh? Me?"
BJ, in all his dancing silliness had almost forgotten about his aim to check out this odd, noisy character. He had closed his eyes and his humming had gotten louder. Now that he opened his sorry green-blue, yellow tinted optics and got a good look at him up close, he jumped up onto the nearest headstone, almost fearing for his life. This creature was quite a sight to behold. He was almost scarier than he was. A wry smile etched its way across his face at the thought. Surely there was no one scarier than he.
"Call me Beege, stranger," he said, relaxing a bit. He glanced at the shattered rock. The source of the noise, no doubt. It looked freshly broken. "So I notice you've got a knack for destroying things. What's your damage against headstones? They do something to ya?"
BJ laid down on the headstone, the grin never leaving his face. He eyed the gray beast as if looking over the content of a box full of riches. He sure was an interesting looking being. He rivaled him in the 'Evoking Fear' department, but highly doubted he could surpass him in the 'You'll Run Before You Even See Me' area.
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Post by Squeeji on Apr 2, 2008 19:10:15 GMT -5
"Huh? Me?"
"Eck naw...the other fugly bugger b'hind ye...yea ya great daft beast...you." Murk shook his head, taking a moment to groom his feet, which was more like he was chewing the claws off each foot and spitting out the bleeding ends. "I dun be tilting at grave stones...I wus tryin' t'find the thing wot been mocking me." He grumbled, licking the blood off his paws.
"Why? You care bout these useless human monuments?" it appeared that both voices were the same when he said that, his course voice sweet for just a moment He looked down and almost seemed startled or taken aback by his bloody paws, and he shook his head. The great shuck sighed and scratched himself, still managing to get blood on his dark coat, even in the middle of the rain. "Should get out of this blasted rain..."
The voice had been very much unlike Murk when he talked to Beege before, but it seemed questionable whether or not he said the last statement to the wolfdog, but soon the tall mutt began walking, looking for somewhere dry...a crypt maybe...
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Post by nightblood on Apr 2, 2008 19:37:33 GMT -5
"Eck naw...the other fugly bugger b'hind ye...yea ya great daft beast...you."
"Oh, funny," BJ answered, chuckling a little.
Beege watched and raised an eyebrow as the great beast of a dog began grooming his claws. He too had an enormous amount of blood and dirt on his claws, but he never bothered to clean them. He shuddered at the thought of loosing the scabs that had formed around the quicks in favor of being clean. Such a terrible word...
"Why? You care bout these useless human monuments?"
"Kinda," he stated, looking around at the dull, damp rocks as if they gave him comfort. He'd missed how the dog's voice had changed. "They mark where a meal might be."
He licked his lips as he looked down at the gap between the headstone he was on and the one in the next row. Somewhere, six feet under the dirt, there was an old rotted box full of old decayed bones and a few hundred bugs. A meal indeed. He could eat to his heart's content in one sitting if he dug up a grave. He'd done it before.
"Should get out of this blasted rain..."
"Why?" BJ asked, alarmed. He jumped down off the headstone and looked up at the gray canine. "This is the best time to find mud holes!"
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Post by Squeeji on Apr 8, 2008 18:29:41 GMT -5
"Not the rain I'm worried for..." Murk's voice was almost mellow, and nearly melodious as he slid into a crypt's stoop for protection. He looked at the sky and his throat grumbled, almost a growl. "There are bad things upon the horizon, worse than any storm..." Even the thick accent of his sounded much keener and educated...
~Madness eh?~
He nodded solemnly, he too liked to muck around in puddles and dig up corpses more than your regular mutt, but the air was thick with the sickening feeling of familiarity, the gut rotting realization that he -should realize something.
"But I don't know what."
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Post by nightblood on Apr 8, 2008 21:03:13 GMT -5
"Not the rain I'm worried for... There are bad things upon the horizon, worse than any storm..."
BJ titled his head to the side and raised an eyebrow in a questioning way. He didn't sense anything terrible was about to happen.
"But I don't know what."
"How could you be afraid of something you don't know?" BJ asked out loud.
BJ didn't fear a lot of things. Those things that he did fear surprised others and usually they laughed at him for it. He hated anything cute and was often afraid to touch it unless it had been dipped in a vat of mud first.
"I mean... that just seems a bit... paranoid, don't you think?"
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Post by Squeeji on Apr 8, 2008 21:09:45 GMT -5
"Ah, but I do know there's something to be afraid of...but I can't put my paw on just -what-" He hummed and then seemed to have some dawning realization. "a lot of people died here. Myself included." It seemed might presumptuous for the shuck to state his supposedly dead status when he was so obviously right there.
"Right there, over by the old den." He gestured one of his bloodied mawed on paws towards an plant overgrown hole, and very plaintiff look on his face as he seemed to urge the male to take a good look at it. "Tis nawt paranoia...the bones are thur."
In fact, there were a set of old dry bones in the hole, they seemed to have sat there unmolested for years...
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Post by nightblood on Apr 9, 2008 19:01:11 GMT -5
"Ah, but I do know there's something to be afraid of...but I can't put my paw on just -what- ... a lot of people died here. Myself included."
At this point, BeetleJuice gave the large mutt an obviously skeptical look. He raised an eyebrow and pulled his head back to get a full view of this male and gave him a once over. He could see him clearly. There was no transparency to him at all. He was not talking to a ghost.
"Right there, over by the old den."
Tearing his sickly eyes from the dog, BJ forced himself to glance at an old den. He saw no bones around it and was not about to stick his head inside that hole. His stare went back to the gray dog.
"Tis nawt paranoia...the bones are thur."
"Prove it, my friend. If what you say is true, then you are a ghost. Walk through a headstone or something."
Surely he couldn't do it. He'd already knocked one over and broken it.
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