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Post by Squeeji on Dec 3, 2006 15:50:08 GMT -5
A cold wind had picked up by the time that Murk had figured out he had left his seaside home...he frowned, some urge always made him go this way every so often...and like a dog posessed he did so, traveling miles away from home to some den he didn't remember in the slightest.
The tall beast looked down seemed slightly spooked, what fool would have denned in a Cemetary, bad luck that is. It felt as though a voice on the wind told him the answer he never wanted to hear.
It was you, you great lummox...now they're dead...all dead and your fault...
Murk shook his head violently to clear his thoughts, that wasn't so, that had not been him. But some other beast long ago...one with a heart, a soul, a reason to be. Not him. He was nothing more than a shade upon this earth.
Do not deny it. You know we are the same. Its your fault, our fault...
The great shuck took a step forward, though terrible in appearance he carried himself about as assurably as a young pup, lost and confused, in his fear, a raggedy howl escaped his throat.
Help me...help me...what have I done?
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Post by smartie on Dec 3, 2006 16:08:23 GMT -5
The crooked trees that hung limp over the cobbled wall of the cemetery creaked and groaned in the wind that swept the area. The rusted gate swung and wined persistently as the gales seemed only to increase in speed. Calibur whimpered behind a broken grave stone in a tight ball. Much to his distaste, he was here on his own. Of all nights he could spend here, he picked the spookiest of the lot. Just his luck.
With his paws upon his head he must have seemed the sight. His ears were laid back against his skull, folded neatly to drown out the howling of the wind, and the squawking of the owls soaring above the burial grounds. His soft plush fur was ruffled somewhat from being in such an exposed position. The temperature was chilling, and all of his body heat seemed to be swiped from him with every brush of air that came his way.
Then, an eerie howl came to his ears and he yelped and shivered and glanced between his paws frantically. What was that sound? No, who made that sound? Gulping, the terrified young one unraveled himself from his ball and peered over the graveyard. It was unkempt. Grass had grown over the path, the stones of the dead had been broken and where strewn across the lawns, litter was discarded here and there. Very untidy. Calibur did not approve.
Again, another frightening noise came to him, and his eyes widened. A figure was stumbling around the place. In its eyes, dementia seemed to be ahold of it. No, that's just you Calibur, trying to scare yourself! Maybe the big beast is just being thrown around by the wind and so appears to be stumbling... yes... yes that's it it. No, no it is not. Gulping once again, the male retreated to the shadows of the stone and hoped that he would not be detected by this one... No, surely he wouldn't be found. He was well hidden from sight...
Was not he...?
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 3, 2006 16:24:43 GMT -5
A smell wafting through the wind was the only thing that had kicked the large hound from his delusions. He wasn't alone, there was someone else there....His ears perked, but his eyes didn't quite focus right, as though he were looking for something much larger than he.
"Where are you? Quit mockin' meeee." the beast yowled, his gravely voice choking with fear as he whipped his head around "Show yourself you lily bastard. " With the boldness of a condemned dog, Murk took a few heisitant steps forward before pausing yet again. He was shakey on his feet, yet. But only because he was so unsure...
You think you can find what isn't there? You fool...Knave. You'd be better off attacking shadows in the dark...
These jokes were not amusing the dark shuck, he howled in rage and fear again, then stormed forward towards the foliage, perhaps he was just going to attack shadows in the dark, his tormenter would like that, wouldn't he? Just more fodder to mock him after all. "Quit it, quit it or I'll make you stop, goddamn ye." He snapped at the twigs and underbrush with a mawful of crooked yellow teeth and then paused, that smell again. Though not at all what he thought it would be...someone else was here, but there was no malice to the creature. Just fear. No it wasn't the tormenter. THe tormenter did not fear him.
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Post by smartie on Dec 3, 2006 16:38:49 GMT -5
"Where are you? Quit mockin' meeee."
Calibur winced his eyes shut as the voice rode the wind to his ears. Fear had stricken him stone cold and he did not move; dared not to breath a breath. His tiny tail curled between his straggly hind legs as he tried to tighten himself into a small ball, but by this point he was hurting his body. No more could be possibly curl up. He prayed that the shadows concealed him well from this... what... that... whatever... he did not know what or who it was. But he deathly scared.
"Show yourself you lily bastard. "
That was the last thing Calibur was intending to do. Shifting around on the spot, he could feel the cold air sweep his stomach as he rose an inch. The cold hard ground emitted chilling waves of cool air into his pads, which then rippled up his legs to his body causing him to shiver jerk oddly. The last word was one in which he had never heard before but reckoned that it did not mean good things.
Prising his eyes open, he looked round the battered stone and watched the beast. It was looking for him. He determined such from the way in which it moved. The small, cautious steps told Cal that this one was observing, listening, pinpointing his location. Now it seemed that 'twas only a matter of time before he was found. He bared not the thought of what might be done unto him if he was found from this demented brute.
"Quit it, quit it or I'll make you stop, goddamn ye."
By now, the young wolf was convinced. This other one was most certainly demented. Ruled by ludicrous voices in his head, which were obviously pointing him in Calibur's direction. They were telling the burly one to kill... yes... search and destroy. But that again, was Calibur scaring himself, and so he scolded himself and shuffled forward a few steps, and continued to watch through horrified eyes, as the animal came ever closer.
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 3, 2006 17:01:43 GMT -5
Murk spitting out a mouthful of leaves only looked agitated that he had been tricked so, among that, they also tasted poorly as though adding insult to injury. He was suprised that his audience didn't laugh...the one there, and the one he couldn't prove was there. He sighed, giving up for now, if he ignored it, perhaps it would go away.
He slid down onto the grass, exhausted and panting.
What you're just giving up? Awww why'd you go and do a thing like that...you're no fun.
The lumbering beast just rolled his eyes and sighed a bit, his tail tucked between his legs and a visible scowl on his face. With the wind picking up again, he could smell the young wolf but didn't care to go up and get him like the male had thought he would do.
"Ye know...you're a terrible sneak if ye think you can hide up wind." He smirked darkly as he layed his head down on his gigantic paws. "Ye lucky ah wasn't after you, eh boy? " As quickly as the beast had gone mad he seemed to just as quickly settle down. "The question of course being...you didn't see nothin' did ya? Out there...by the gravestones...?"
Murk didn't even look the direction of Calibur, he just talked, as though he were speaking in a onesided conversation. He didn't even know if the youngling would respond.
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Post by smartie on Dec 4, 2006 10:12:31 GMT -5
Calibur, with suspicious eyes edged around the edge of the gravestone and pressed his nose unto the churned up mud of earth. His eyes remained fixed upon the dillusional brute however, and a hoarse sigh escaped his parting lips. His teeth bared somewhat, glinting in the pale moonlight that split suddenly through the dark clouds in the sky; illuminating the young ones face. Ducking back, he shivered a little more, as the beast rolled onto his stomach and rested on what was once the meandering path of Manor.
"Ye know...you're a terrible sneak if ye think you can hide up wind."
His heart skipped a beat, and again, the pup remained frozen to the spot, staring, not even concealing himself again as the animal put his chin upon his paws, which he noted were abnormally large. Or so they seemed. So, this thing was playing games was he? Whimpering, he dared not reply, and merely sat with shock, ears alert, eyes wide, tail curled between his hind legs still. Sneak? Why, the thought of sneaking on such an unsightly thing had never even skimmed his mind! What a fool he would be if he were to deliberatly attempt to lose distance between he and it.
"Ye lucky ah wasn't after you, eh boy? "
Aye sir, I certainly am aye, thought the wolf, realising now that he was in full sight of the... the thing whos breed remained undetermined. Shaking his head softly, he crawled forward a few steps, accidently snapping some twigs that they before him. How they got there was beyond Calibur for he had not noticed them in all his time of hiding there. Maybe he was too focused on the other one that he had failed to be as observant as he should have been? Rolling his shoulders, he flicked his ears as the wind howled into them.
"The question of course being...you didn't see nothin' did ya? Out there...by the gravestones...?"
Uttering a cry, the dusty coloured one leaped from his position behind the gravestone and darted to the shadows of another. With Mruk having been looking in another direction, it was hoped that he was not heard. The other senses of smell and such were long forgotten. Panting, gasping, the wolf was becoming increasingly frightened, almost to the brink of insanity. He had to get away. This psycho was playing his mind and would soon lunged all of a sudden and tear his tender self apart.
" Depart from here... please... " he whispered to himself. Praying that Murk would not hunt him down.
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 4, 2006 20:01:04 GMT -5
The large shabby dog stood up at the sound of the young beast stirred, he really didn't know whether or not the wolf he smelled was the sort to attack him...Murk tilted his head lazily towards Calibur and gave him a sly smirk.
" Depart from here... please... "
Ahhh the sound was faint as a whisper in the breeze. The shuck closed the space between he and the young wolf after that fancy statement. His form shooting towards the small creature, for now it was quite apparent that Murk was nothing more than some sort of cur, the smell of salt and tar marked him nothing more than an abnormally large...albeit terrifying...sea dog.
With his yellow eyes boring into the wolf's he whispered low and dark towards Calibur, the sickly sweet scent of his breath wafting out between his gruesome fangs. "Pray now son...who be ye to tell me what I should do or not do?" he looked him up and down and then smirked, making a very audible, though fake hurt sound as he craned away from the wolf.
"Ach, you win, I have no buisness in bein' 'ere and no buisness with you...But...tell me...what brings a lil' thing like you out on a night like this? Dinae ya know...cemeteries are places of terrible luck?" The motled beast lifted a brow and chuckled, a low hoarse sounding thing. "Tis where the dead don't stay to rest y'know..."
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Post by smartie on Dec 5, 2006 17:58:43 GMT -5
The stench of stale breath brought Calibur quickly back to life. Prising his eyes open, they were might with big, yellow ones, that seemed not to have that certain glint in them, like he had expected from a 'mad dog'. Gulping, he turned his head away and wrinkled his nose in disgust to the smell of his weezy breath. His teeth disgusted the young wolf, putting him immediantly off food for a while. Laying back his ears, he listened intently to the words of the brute and he shivered slightly to what might happen to him now.
"Pray now son...who be ye to tell me what I should do or not do?"
The last thing he had wished to do was provoke the wolf to have come to him in the first place, and so nipping at his foreleg, he scolded himself for saying what he had. Paralysed with shock of the presence, he did not realise how big this one was until he was standing before him like now. Dust appeared to fall from his bulky form as he stood there, from when he had been lying on the ground. Or at least, so it seemed. Infact, it was only the fog of the night kicking in. It's presence frightened the pup even more almost to the point of having a heart attack.
Spooky.
"Ach, you win, I have no buisness in bein' 'ere and no buisness with you...But...tell me...what brings a lil' thing like you out on a night like this? Dinae ya know...cemeteries are places of terrible luck?"
Terrible luck indeed, he reflected upon himself, and slowly, placed a rear paw backwards in attempts to slowly creep away from the dog. Nodding his head in agreement to his last statement, he done all he could to summon words from his head. But his throat was dry and he only managed a hoarse squeak of a reply. Wincing shut his eyes, he backed up quckly, only to find himself back to back with a tall gravestone which cast a deathly shadow over him. Shaking, he felt his legs go to jelly. He was absolutely stone scared.
"Tis where the dead don't stay to rest y'know..."
It would seem that Cal was a mute wolf, but really, he was just lost for words. Licking the inside of his mouth he attempted to moisten his throat but could not. The only thing left for him to do now was to roll ove, submit, and hope that the big beast would not thrash out in a form of drunkenly rage. Flicking his ears on his head a gust of wind rolled the fog around them, he tossed himself onto his side by the dogs feet, and mouthed the words " Do not hurt me " before shutting his eyes and waiting for that pain of his throat being torn into rags searing through his body.
He honestly, had no idea what was to come.
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 6, 2006 13:21:03 GMT -5
If anything, mad as he was, the mad dog looked at Cal with a moment's fleeting sympathy. It was so scared, so shakey. Murk looked around and cocked his head inquistiviely. Sure he had meant to frighten the little wolf a little, but not kill him with fear.
" Do not hurt me "
Murk lifted his jowls up, for a moment looking as though he were snarling, yellow teeth flashed, but he was smiling. Shaking his head as a very quiet low chuckled escaped his throat. "Boy, I dinnae intend to hurt ye..." he choked between breaths "Dun ye think, if had...ye'd be dead by now?" He looked at the young male sincerely and than made a loud 'accch' noise.
"Lookit you, shaking like a lifeboat at sea....Get up, getup...now tell me who are ye?" Murk seemed for the moment, lucid. Which he was, but there was never any telling when he'd fly off the handle again, but atleast for now Calibur played off his last remaining good instinct, the young and young minded were things to be protected, as well, they didn't know any better.
With a huff he looked around and frowned, his cropped ears barely able to pin back like they should, but still a very concerned or more curious look crossed the creatures terrible features as he slowly but surely formulated cohesive thought. "Er...um...boy. Where are...the rest of ye?" He looked Cal up and down and then looked back into the inky darkness. "I'd have thought by now...well...the resto' ye pack 'ad come by now...you are a ulf..."
If anything he had hoped that perhaps he could've gotten a little scrape in, a bit of a nip and fight, but there was nothing. It never occured to the mutt that perhaps the little thing was alone.
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Post by smartie on Dec 7, 2006 12:20:07 GMT -5
"Boy, I dinnae intend to hurt ye... Dun ye think, if had...ye'd be dead by now?"
Calibur gave an agreeing nod, however kept his eyes shut. His little nose still wrinkled in disgust to the stale smelling breath of Murk. He smelt wierd. He looked wierd. He acted wierd. He spoke wierd. Shivering slightly as the fog enveloped around the two, he gave another shaky nod, but was not really sure. Maybe he was playing with his mind, and so was messing about for kicks before killing him?
"Lookit you, shaking like a lifeboat at sea....Get up, getup...now tell me who are ye?"
The young one subconsciously rose to his mitts, and opened his pale eyes. They drooped somewhat for he was tired, and still scared of the burly one before him. Shaking himself, clumps of dust and little rocks burst out in clouds from his lithe frame and fell slowly to the ground at his feet. A body mark, where he had been lying was embedded into the soft ground as was prints of his paws. So... he was not going to hurt him was he? He still, was not sure.
"Er...um...boy. Where are...the rest of ye?"
Eyes widening, he immediantly began flexing his muscles to make sure that he was all in one piece. Flicking his paws, tail, ears and toes, he sagged with relief. No pains surged through his body, and no parts of his body felt bare. He was all there, thankfully, but something then told Cal, that that was not what this mysterious character was getting at.
"I'd have thought by now...well...the resto' ye pack 'ad come by now...you are a ulf..."
Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced about him. Sadly, he had no pack to look after him. He had no pack. He was a loner, residing in this cemeterty. Now he was beginning to think that this was not the wisest of decisions, for look at the predicament he had gotten himself into now. Some wierdo with a wierd accent who smelt rancid was standing before him, playing mind games with him. Crouching slightly, he somewhere found the power of speech again.
" I have no pack. " he croaked.
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 7, 2006 12:36:43 GMT -5
" I have no pack. "
Murk appeared for all purposes in a state of outrage by the wolf's words. He quickly began to pace rapidly, shaking his head and muttering, every so often darking his head up and look at Cal.
"Thats...that's bloody UNBELIEVEABLE." quickly the beast slinked back close and finished his halted train of thought. "Ye know that?" A snuffling sound puffed out of the merle monster as he seemed perplexed.
"No pack? None at all...and ye live here. This es yer domicile?" He pointed a paw down gesturing at the cemetary ground. "Ye...ye must be some sort of crazy livin' out in these parts." The tables had turned as Murk's expression towards the wolf turned to a bit of distaste and pity for the creature's misfortune. "Ye ain't dead is ye?" He smiled toothily, it seemed atleast a half clever thing to ask.
He laughed, and then paused as it seemed like he was listening to another conversation again. Shaking his head and perishing the thought. "Wot do you even do ere...?"
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Post by smartie on Dec 7, 2006 12:45:26 GMT -5
Just as he had began to relax, think that maybe this wolf was a genuinly good natured one after all, he crashed those thoughts of Cal but talking really fast, and exclamating the word unbelievable. Wincing, he backed down somewhat, his confidence trickling slowly from his legs as they felt weaker beneath his weight. Cal nodded anxiously in response to the question if this was his place of home. Yes, for the moment, but no longer, he thought mentally.
As soon as he was finished with this wolf, he figured he would go somewhere else, and be safe elsewhere. This place was so spooky, creeping, dark... and basically just to foggy for his liking.
" N, No sir, " replied Cal when he was asked if he was dead. Perhaps if he responded with words? Maybe, maybe then the wolf would not appear so frustrated. What, could it not read his body language? Or was he too drunk or high on something to be that conscious? Whatever his reason, he was a very intimidating character in Calibur's eyes. " What do I do here, sir? "
Pausing for a moment, he wracked his little brain. He did not do anything actually. Except eat and sleep. Seeing as that was all he truthfully did do, he decided that this would be his response. " Why I eat and sleep, sir. What... what are you doing here? Your scent... " he stopped himself from saying, and 'my what a horrible stench you are'. " ... I have never smelled it in all my time living here. "
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 7, 2006 12:55:54 GMT -5
There, you got it, he sleeps and eats...that's what he does here, its nothing like what you did here
"Uh huh..." Murk nodded sullenly, if it were a more modern time, one could attribute his moods to a rollercoaster, always looping up and down. "Bawt WHY? Ah ask this because ah -know- ah definately know that something horrible happened here." He shook a bit himself, looking ready to howl again.
"Tis what brought him here, down from the safety of the docks...away from Rakine, too far away." His voice slanted towards a differenc tense\, whether he spoke of himself or not...that may never be known. But it was a story after all "A dog came here once. And he, he 'ad a mate that he hid here, the two, lived there well. Until the dog's master found him..." Murk looked around and frowned, as though he was waiting for something to get him from just outside his sight.
"Its nawt safe 'ere."
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Post by smartie on Dec 8, 2006 12:41:47 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes slightly, the young wolf thought this crazy male was going to talk him to death, if his breath didn't asphixiate him first of course. Stretchig forth his legs to relieve them of cramp he eyed the old sea dog carefully. Rakine. He had been there before, many a times infact. Of course, that was at the time when he resided within Scatterstone Beach; Rakine was the nearest source of easy meat. He disliked hunting and found it much more convenient to take. " I have been here for several weeks now, and aint nothing bad happened to me sir. "
" I have the feeling bad thinhs happened here, but this place... it is a goldmine for bones. Anywhere you dig there is a bone. There is round ones, long ones, tiny ones... " shifting his eyes around, he glanced about the fog as it floated mysteriously about the cemetary. Just then, the wind that was blowing gusted suddenly, causing the rusting gate of the place to squak and slam against the wall. Jumping to the sound, Cal looks about anxiously, embarassed for taking fright to the sound. " Erm.... " he whined, crouching behind the gravestone.
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Post by Squeeji on Dec 10, 2006 23:40:07 GMT -5
"This is a place o' death."
Death...death...death...
The big dog seemed just as scared as the small wolf, his eyebrows knitting in concern. He didn't like the looks of things anymore than Cal, that was for sure. Murk whined, and the looked at Calibur with worry. "Listen boy. Shalt ye be alright upon this eve?" He looked out at the darkness with weary wet and worried eyes.
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