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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 18:30:06 GMT
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The cold never bothered him, not even the thrashing rain and harsh winds, the bitter air of the evening sky leaving the mongrel generally unhindered. His mind was a million miles away from him; any common sense had been abandoned at the house. With the dishevelled human having locked the door wherever he had departed to as of late, he couldn't exactly fiddle with the lock in public. Couldn't run the risk of being sighted, especially not by Quintin. So, he was roaming the streets instead, getting a lay of the town, exploring the various places. It was all quite boring, to be perfectly honest. As the pale man's absences had become more frequent, it placed as much distance between him and the man emotionally as it did physically; they were slowly being pulled apart. The man had changed, or at least so the shifter thought; Quintin had others to depend on now, not just the dog. He seemed to be particularly fond of that Gwen girl, but the mongrel chose not to meddle in the relationships of the dishevelled man. With the tether loosened, and Quintin less dependent on him, he had more freedom to venture, to wander from the household and not be detected. Whether the change was for better or for worse, the shifter has yet to decide.
Crimson-hued irises squinted slightly to see through the oncoming downpour, his attention briefly drawn upwards towards the darkened skies as a roll of thunder sounded, his audits drawn back, and his body jerking in response to the suddenness of the noise. If there was one thing he hated more than people, it as thunder and lightning; he hated the stuff. He didn't care how dog-like it made him seem; thunder and lightning were anything but pleasant.
He wandered the back alleys slowly, his weight shifting forward evenly with each pace, eyes gradually adjusting to the dull state of the surroundings and the constant lashing of wind an rain. In an odd way, being exposed to the weather conditions was somewhat relieving; the suggestion by Cody, the fairly goofy wolf shifter, was that he just find the wild blood in him. While being tied down by his domestic roots, and Quintin of course, this was about the closest he'd get to the wild. And while that thought was fairly depressing to think about, he'd enjoy it while it lasted.
However, it seemed his venture would be interrupted, for the sight of a stray dog promptly drew his attention. The muscular brown stray was staring right back at him with a harsh glare, forelegs splayed over a scrap of meat it had likely found in the garbage. His audits pinned in response to an equally harsh growl from the darkly toned canid, his own ashen frame tensing. He didn't want any trouble, that was for sure. Thus, he made an attempt to sidle past the stray, his movement slow, but still maintaining a defensive posture.
Him sending his own aggravated snarl back seemed to trigger the muscular stray, for soon the dark mass was bounding towards him. There was barely time to fit a reaction before the stray's jaws clamped around his back, ivories sinking into the flesh. Searing pain drove through his upper back as the canid's teeth dug deeply, and a sickly crimson began to drool from both the brown dog's mouth and the ashen mongrel's back. The shifter jerked his weight round, yelping violently, before making an attempt to clamp his own jaws around the stray dog's forelimbs. Adrenaline numbed the pain tearing through his back as the brown canid's ivories were dragged from the deep flesh, forcing the stray down with his larger frame. The other dog jerked and snapped at him continually, and eventually managed to stumble upright.
The fight lasted a long while; again and again he felt the canid's jaws cramp around various parts of his body, inflicting multiple wounds. Of course, the brown mongrel ended with his own fair share, though the ashen mongrel shifter ended up with the worse of it. It hadn't been long since his recovery from another incident, thus he was naturally weaker than usual. Crimson hued irises blurred as the brown mutt gave in, scampering away from him, a heavy huff leaving him. The rain lashed down on him, merging with the fresh blood of both him and his opponent to soak his dark pelt, giving it more of a rustic tinge than its usual ashen colouration.
His eyes immediately began to searched his surroundings as the brown dog scurried away and out of sight. How was he supposed to handle this shit? He couldn't shift; the humans were too close to the area to do it without risk of being sighted. If word ever got round to Quintin, he didn't know what he'd do. He had to rely on the humans, on mankind. Hope that one of them would have the heart to assist.
The darkly toned mongrel reluctantly emerged from the shadows into the street, drawing his head down and grinding his ivories together as pain swept through him, his movements slow and groggy. But, there wasn't anyone there, besides a guy on the opposite side of the street who certainly didn't appear very friendly; his audits pinned against his skull at the hard glare from the man, recoiling into the darkness of the alley. Fuck you too, buddy. He needed to think about what he was doing. He needed a plan. A pained whine left the dark mongrel as he sunk down into the hard concrete of the alley, his breathing heavy, perhaps even laboured.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 7:47:31 GMT
COME LITTLE LIGHT come away to the darkness
Vivienne was in a very bad mood at the moment, and why wouldn't she be? It was tax season, the so lovely time of year when she had to pay the government. Some of her precious hard earned money would be taken away, which already was technically with all the other bills she had to pay. Money was a very touchy issue on her end considering the ordeal she had gone through as a child. She had moved twice in the past few months, the first time being that the small was simply too small for a girl like her. Because, lets face it, she loved conversation. The small town of Aurora California had been cute, and that was what had drawn her in, in the first place. But, a cute town wasn't enough for Vivienne. She had been crazy to think that small town life would the right thing for her, that it would be the right move. She had always been reeled in though by beauty, the wide open country air had been very pretty. But, it seemed beauty was never enough for Vivienne. The amount of people in the town had been limited, so she ended up moving again to Los Angelos, California. The place was definitely busier and she didn't go to sleep without hearing a car alarm going off or something. Some would find that to be downright annoying, but to Vivienne it was simply life.
She was a busy woman these days, quickly finding work in Los Angelos. Vivienne had been quite surprised by how fast it took her to find a new job. She was technically working two jobs, to be fairly honest. Her work was very important to her, considering that it kept food on the table and enabled her to own a horse of her own. She was quite literally living the dream of any horse obsessed girl. She had a job working with horses, she was a show rider for a popular stable. Leo, her oldenburg was being well cared for. Vivienne figured that today was good as any to go out and party or something. She was unsure of what she wanted at the moment. She was new to the city, had no friends to speak of as of yet. But, that was to be expected wasn't it? She was a newbie, like starting a new school. It was much different though, she was on her own here, she didn't have her parents to turn to. She didn't even have her big brother, who was somewhere in the United States, Vivi just didn't know where. Living by herself in a big city was somewhat scary, but she had never been scared of a challenge before. Her family had faced a huge challenge when she was growing up, the difficulties of keeping a roof over their heads.
That life would always be a part of her, something she just had to accept. She didn't know what she was doing walking downtown streets at night, an ax murderer could be lurking nearby for all she knew. She kept on walking though, her eyes were wide and alert, looking for any signs of trouble. What she didn't expect to see was a dog lying down on the concrete in the alleyway with a ton of bite mights. Concern was imprinted on her face right then, wondering what had happened to the poor animal. She approached the dog at a slow walk, worried that she might frighten him. "You poor thing," the tone of her voice was quite soft, wondering if the dog would even make it through the night. She hoped so...She hated it when animals died, it was always so sad. | TAG: @archeratkinson WORDS: 630 SHORT NOTES |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 10:36:54 GMT
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Crimson hued irises surveyed the terrain steadily, ignoring the slight blurring of his gaze, the mild interest he had in the area slaughtered upon the realization that there was nothing of exact interest around. Only then did he realize how honestly boring he was becoming; he was pretending to be something he wasn't constantly for no other reason than protecting the wellbeing of someone that didn't seem to be bothered about him anymore. Times change, as they say, but he really didn't think that things would change between him and the dishevelled man, no matter what the world threw at them. Yet here he was. Maybe he cared too much for the guy, more than the man could ever care about him. He didn't know; the bloodloss blurred his thoughts, merging them into an incoherent mumble.
He scented the approaching human before she spoke, no doubt, though he dismissed the presence as nothing; just another human passing by. He failed to noticed her concerned approach, that was, until her voice reached his large ears; his head shot upwards, staggering onto his feet as quickly as he could manage, instinctively producing a slow, rattling growl. His lip lifted, revealing the sharp row of ivories, as he studied the woman carefully, unsure of what to make of her. Pain racked through his somewhat muscular frame, his posture faltering, forelimbs splayed. He staggered slightly, though forced himself to remain upright.
As the shock of her arrival wore off, his lip lowered over his teeth, and his audits steadily drew forward once more, perking towards her. His frame slouched back on its haunches, lowering himself into a sitting position, shaking his head with an irritated huff. Dog, think dog; what would a dog do? With that thought in mind, his large (for a domesticated dog's standard, anyway) frame padded uneasily forward, slowly extending his skull outwards to scent her lower leg. Her scent was... A curious one, no doubt. Dog was the initial wave of scent, closely followed by horse, a faint trace of perfume. He grunted in acknowledgement, attention lose to the woman's scent. He remained tense, however, prepared for if the woman sought to lash out (he doubted she would, but with humans, you could never be sure).
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 23:07:46 GMT
COME LITTLE LIGHT come away to the darkness
Vivienne wasn't sure in the first place what she was doing in Downtown LA in the middle of the night. It was downright stupid of her to be there, alone with no protection whatsoever. Most of her family was still back in Atlanta, Georgia begging her to come home. She was a grown woman though, and made her own choices in life. She didn't want to be dependent on her parents like she had been in the past, she loved them with all of her heart, but moving back to be close to them would be deafening. Her parents were overbearing, and didn't seem to understand her need to be on her own. They wanted to makes sure she was making the right decisions, but those decisions were for her to make alone, not with them looking over her shoulder all the time. It was very irritating in Vivienne's opinion, her parents had a hard time accepting that she was no longer a child. She was twenty seven years old, and was getting closer and closer to turning thirty. Vivi didn't honestly know what to think, knowing that many women her age were settling down by now, but Vivienne was still very single. And, she was most definitely okay with that. Friendships were much more beneficial and entertaining, and definitely not complicated like romance. Did she want it? Sure she did, but she also reasoned that it was a source to break one's heart, and she worked hard to protect herself from pain.
Pain was so overrated and could be avoided, and Vivienne did her best to protect herself from anything that could trigger it. She was overly talkative and nice, but she always made sure to hold a part of herself back. It was always mental pain that came, and to see this dog in front of her injured was enough to make Vivienne feel bad. The animal was obviously in a good deal of pain from what appeared to be a recent fight with another canine. Canines were such violent creatures at times with their issues with territory and protecting their food. The black mutt in front of her was strong though, startled when he got back on his feet and started to growl. Vivienne jumped back at the sound, wondering if today would be her last, he was a big dog. He was also injured, and she reasoned that fighting him off would be easy. She felt for the creature though, understanding why he felt the need to tense up. "I know, baby. Shhh." The tone in her voice was soothing, or at least her attempt at being soothing. Vivienne was too highstrung in all honesty to be a good theraputic kind of person, her need for attention was far too great, her need to be on the go as well. She did sincerely want to help the mutt out though, knowing she couldn't just leave him to die.
She allowed herself to breath when the dog finally decided to relax, thinking of how close she had become to being attacked. She stayed very still when the dog finally approached her, cautious and painful movements. She allowed him to smell her leg, figuring he would probably smell Kleo and Leo on her. A little part of her told her that something was off, but what could be possibly different about this dog? So, she ignored her instincts. "You know, I find it hard to trust at times too. People never suspect it, I put on a very good act. But, trust isn't easy. You just have to trust me, okay? You'll die if you don't let me help you." The tone in her voice was soft, not that she expected the creature to understand her. How did she make him trust her, at least enough where she could help heal his wounds. | TAG: @archeratkinson WORDS: 655 SHORT NOTES |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 22:03:17 GMT
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Silently surveying the woman with a hard, and otherwise questioning, expression, one ear hesitantly perking forth, the ashen mongrel's crimson hued irises drifted about her frame, scanning for any for of weaponry; it wasn't exactly usual for a woman to be wandering the streets at this time, alone. Unless they were drunk, of course, which this woman certainly didn't appear to be. What was she doing out here, alone anyway? And defenceless, in a place like this? He observed her carefully as her frame jerked away from him, taking another pace or two backwards, giving a satisfied grunt at the distance placed between them.
His other audit flicked forward, alongside the other, as she spoke, a quietened scoff leaving the mongrel at the notion of being called 'baby' by this unknown woman. However, he dismissed it with a roll of his large shoulder blades; humans called domesticated creatures many things, or so he supposed, from his experience. Her soothing tone, however, caused his tense frame to relax slightly, curling his tail between his hind legs, studying her for a moment, before slowly beginning his approach, movements cautious and stiff.
Extending his maw to scent the woman's limb, the male gave an experimental initial sniff, jerking his head away and glancing up at her facials to check for a reaction, before repeating the process, and eventually comfortable enough to fully take in said smell, curiously surveying the various scents upon her. When she sought to speak again, his eyes drifted back up to her facials, listening to her words carefully.
She spoke of trust, acting; most of which he could relate to. However, when she moved on to the topic of it being necessary to trust her, the dark canid folded his ears back against his skull once more, backing away from the woman, surveying her once again. He needed her help, he knew that, but why did she want to help him? Unless she wanted something from him, it made no sense; humans weren't the type of creature to assist others out of the blue, or not in his experience, anyway. Crimson hued irises, filled with unsurity, studied her, though slowly, he settled his haunches into a sitting position, and lifted his forebody upwards, filthy forepaws resting upon her stomach, tail giving a few lazed wags. He'd probably be swiping mud all over her upper legs and stomach, but that wasn't his problem.
W O R D S God knows. T A G @viviennehughes played by ASHYYN O T E S :3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 4:55:40 GMT
COME LITTLE LIGHT come away to the darkness
Vivienne was positive that other people had seen the poor mongrel laying there, and still they had done nothing. She wasn't completely sure why some people were so idiotic and stupid, leaving this poor creature to die. She had too much of a good soul to let that happen, but most of the world was corrupt. She knew all to well how corrupted the world was, she had experienced it first hand when her family had been dirt poor and barely scraping by. People didn't care about the poor, they were selfish human beings who could only think about themselves. She noticed the invisible it seemed, she had learned to after her experiences in life. People didn't think anything of this mongrel, just another dog on the street dying from a fight, right? Selfish and careless, that was what made up most of the population these days. Yeah, she had her selfish moments, but not to the point where she would avoid an animal that was suffering. Animals were much better creatures than any human, for one thing, they were easy to talk to. The mutt's nervous personality made Vivienne wonder what made him so fearful of humans. She didn't think it was right that the creature had to be scared of her, nervous that she would hurt him or something.
Vivienne was feeling very angry about that, passionate about her beliefs that animals were not toys, and should be treated with respect. Her fingers clenched into a fist at the very thought of someone hurting an innocent animal. If Vivienne paid closer attention to the mongrel some more, she could swear that there was something off about the mongrel, something that even seemed human. She shrugged it off with ease thinking that she was reading too much into it. Perhaps it was the change of scenery, and not having to amount of socialization she was used to, Vivienne was now becoming desperate. She was an attention seeker, and it seemed she had gone down to the level on seeking attention from a mutt, a mutt that needed some medical treatment. Either way, she would have never avoided the poor animal. She shifted nervously, but allowed the mongrel to sniff her leg, just happy that he had decided not to bite a chunk of her leg off, her heartbeat started to beat faster at the mere thought. Anyone would be scared, the mutt's personality was still mostly unknown. She was most commonly very confident, but to be fairly honest, today had been a very off day in general.
She was startled when the mongrel jumped up, his paws landing on her stomach. She was slightly disgusted by the mud that was now smeared over her clothes, she just shrugged her shoulders, figuring that she could always change them. "Why don't you follow me to my car, huh? I can't tend to those wounds here... I wasn't exactly expecting this." | TAG: @archeratkinson WORDS: ? Maybe find out hes a shifter in the next post? Im kinda losing muse...XD |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 19:34:01 GMT
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The bipedal in question evidently seemed a compassionate being, the apparent urge to assist unhindered by his odd reactions. As it were, humans seemed to be fragile creatures, made up of broken hearts, and of broken promises. He saw humans every day, their pale complexions sharply contrasting with the dull streets, finely tailored clothes cloaking their frames, but he rarely saw humanity. Humans rarely acknowledged others unless something was needed, or something was in it for them. Humans had no need for pets, for dogs, cats, horses, whatever, unless it meant making them appear less alone. But perhaps the worst thing about humans was that they left. They left one day and they never returned; humans changed, memories didn't.
Crimson hued irises, thickly laced with unsurely, perhaps even fright, feasted upon her concern-stricken facials, eyes boring deeply into her own dark orbs, refusing to slacken their intense stare, much unlike his regular canid counterparts. His audits had instinctively pinned against his skull, though gradually, one eased forward so as to express his inquisitive nature, though his approach was stiff, obviously cautious to the eye, weary of this unknown woman. Another ragged intake of air burnt its way through his throat, sending fresh shockwaves of pain reeling through his body, intensified by the fresh wounds adorning his frame. He convulsed briefly in response, visibly wincing in an oddly human fashion, lip curling in irritation, eyes squinting. Recovering promptly, however, he continued his approach slowly, refusing to physically emphasize his weakness before the human woman. Humans were all about taking advantage of any and all weaknesses, exploiting them for all they were.
Forcing himself upwards on unstable limbs, the shuddering within them became all the more apparent, his eyes only briefly trailing the mud smeared down her forebody. His hushed surveillance of her facials was broken only by an equally quietened whine that bordered on inaudible, irises having gained a somewhat pleading luster, if only briefly. The air burnt his lungs, scolding his throat, as his wounds throbbed at his flanks, rendering a light blurring to his gaze. His hind limbs shuddered with the newfound effort of supporting his frame, and incidentally gave out, his frame slumping back onto all fours, stumbling briefly. His pain tolerance was certainly higher within his human form than that of his canid. So, if he was not to succumb to said pain, he silently acknowledged the fact that he would have to return to his bipedal form before the woman. Either he showed her willingly, or it was revealed through his passing out... And he'd very much choose the latter.
His eyes briefly traversed their surroundings to ensure that no other humans were on the scene; no. Hence, a slow, shuddering breath was released from his maw, flanks heaving with such a notion, before his frame twisted into that of his bipedal form. Please don't freak out, he silently pleaded to none other than his own mind. In only a few seconds, where the wounded mongrel once stood, the frame of the somewhat muscular man was revealed (clothed, having had plentiful experience with the art of shifting). His mouth briefly opened as to say something, though his expression promptly faded into that of a nervous one, biting his lip, fearing as to what exactly she might think. His wounds visibly bled through his clothing, and even his facials wielded a good number of bleeding scars, though he didn't focus on them, only on her reaction. "J-just... Don't be afraid..." It was more of a suggestion than a reassurance. "I won't hurt you." Another ragged breath tore through his throat, bringing pain writhing throughout the entirety of his frame. "Please... I-..." Again, he found himself lost for words, unsure exactly what to say. "I n-need help..." He could barely stand, staggering and having to support himself the nearby lamppost, never mind piece together his words properly. "Please..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 4:17:52 GMT
COME LITTLE LIGHT come away to the darkness
A huge part of her wondered how the mongrel ended up in the streets in the first place, did no one want him? That depressed Vivienne to think about, some stray dog without a home. A part of her sadness was the lack of friends that were nearby, and while Kleo was good company, she still felt lonely. Did the mongrel feel lonely too? She couldn't imagine feeling that lonely, with no one to love her. She had a cell phone at least, so she could call those that loved her. But, this was a mongrel, he didn't exactly know how to use technology, and was completely alone. Vivienne couldn't help but feel guilty about feeling lonely, when this big guy had it even worse. But, guilt was guilt. She could at least help the poor thing out, while Kleo might not be happy about it, but she would get over it. And, lets be honest, Kleo needed another friend anyways. The poor thing was left at home often enough, Vivienne spent a lot of time at the barn.
She winced herself when she noticed the mongrel get up on all fours, not able to imagine the kind of pain he was in currently. She imagined that it wasn't very pleasant at all, and the selfish part of her was glad that it wasn't her. But, she instantly felt guilty for having such a thought. That was the kind of person she was, always feeling guilty for natural human instinct. The silent whine was enough for Vivienne to feel for the mongrel, unsure of if she could be of any real help to the creature. Some things were unfixable, and most vets in this scenario would advise putting him down. That made her upset though, the dog was still walking, still had the willpower to live. She found some to give up so easily that it was depressing. Someone had given up on this dog, someone had decided to throw him away like he was nothing. And, animal cruelty was not something Vivienne could stand, it shook her to her very core, made her angry like nothing else.
She was usually prepared for nearly anything, owning horses would do that to a person. But, nothing prepared her for what happened next. The dog just simply disappeared, and in its place was a man. No, that wasn't right. She was hallucinating, she was absolutely losing her mind, there was no other explanation for what was going on. A small sqeak escaped her lips as she tried to process what was going on exactly. She pinched herself, and the image was still not going away. Well, shit. She was delusional, but the man was so lifelike, that there really wasn't any explanation for all of this. Animals didn't turn into people, they just didn't, and this was no exception. There had to be some kind of explanation for this, some kind of illusionist's trick. Yeah, that was it. But, there was the blood, right where the wounds on the mongrel had been. Her heart beat got noticibly faster, this was not happening..No, it couldn't be true.
J-just... Don't be afraid..." She blinked, okay the dog slash man was talking. Yeah, this was a normal day in the world where fucking animals turned into people. She took a deep breath of air, forcing herself to keep calm, if he was real, he could very well attack her. "I won't hurt you." More words, and they seemed to be so truthful.. But, how could she trust him? He was this strange creature, but at this point Vivienne wasn't really sure she had a choice in the matter. "Please... I-..." He wasn't finished speaking, but they were so emotional and sincere. "I n-need help..." Those words seemed to wake her out of the trance that seemingly bestowed her. She frowned slightly as the man staggered, relying on a lamp post for support. She was being shoved into a situation she was unsure of, but she didn't like death, and he had to be somewhat capable of human emotions, right? If not all completely capable of them.
"Please..." That one last please brought her to action, moving quickly to offer the man her support. She grimaced slightly at the smell of blood, it smelled like iron and salt. "I'm not completely sure, but would a hospital be suitable?" Probably not, he turned into a freaking dog. She didn't say anything though, trying to forget it ever happened. "Not sure what I could do for those kind of injuries."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 15:20:01 GMT
These scars are just a Perhaps it was that through the perpetual search of silver linings, he had uncovered something gold. The compassion of the being before him was clearly unimpaired, unhindered; she cared, above all else, above all others. The capacity to care, in spite of being something that had the possibility of crushing both the recipient and the provider, is what gave life the greatest significance. There were few in the ever cold world that honestly cared, deep down, for most were simply curious if anything. And, truth be told, there came a point in which you didn't want to stop, you didn't want to get better, and you just didn't care for life anymore... Though he was not at that point yet, no, he refused to allow himself to become like Quintin, wielding enough self-hatred to ignite the need to mutilate himself. It was a foul thought; something he'd never dream of doing himself.
Though her reaction was understandable, following the transformation between canid to bipedal, he couldn't help but flinch upon hearing her quietened squeak, wincing lightly, though silently acknowledging the fact that it likely meant she'd never witnessed such a thing prior to the experience at hand. "I-it's okay... I p-promise..." You think I'm going to hurt you like this, woman? he thought, though never verbalized. Change was a difficult thing to process within the human mind; humans liked progress, and yet they didn't approve of change. People in themselves only learnt to change for one of two reasons; either they learn enough that they wanted to, or they'd been hurt too much, in such a fashion that meant they had no other choice. Despite her trance-like state, his wavering crimson-hued irises remained fixated upon her, desperation glimmering within their depths, another shuddering intake of oxygen burning through his lungs. His tense frame braced against the lamp post, forcing himself to remain upright, despite the pain that wove through his muscles skin.
Beginning to speak, however, seem to entice a different reaction forth; through struggled words, he judged her facial expression and body language alike carefully, focused upon her as well as he could considering the condition at hand. Her visible frown was silently acknowledged, swallowing against the lump in his throat as he looked upon her. He was half tempted to reach out, to touch her, to show her that he was real, that his pain was real, though there was a possibility such an action would cause the woman fright, hence he made no movement. Though, as she finally advanced towards him, presumably in effort to offer support, his facials purely put forth unsurely, perhaps even faint distrust. He chose to lean more on the lamp post all the same, his wavering gaze twisting reluctantly back to her facials, though also doing his best to keep his skull tipped downwards, so as to act somewhat submissive; it was the canid instincts talking, though he didn't question his motion.
The mention of the hospital caused the masculine frame to tense once again, head raising briefly, irises momentarily gaining an inquisitive, yet guarded, luster. "H-hospi-tal...? W-what i-is this... Hos-pit-al?" Perhaps it was fairly ridiculous, though he'd never actually entered a 'hospital', within any occasion. Sure, he'd been forced into a veterinarians before when inflicted with injury, however, this dubbed 'hospital' sounded more... Human. He shuddered lightly at the thought, though his irises never left the woman, despite one of his own hands pressing against his side in effort to stem the bloodflow of a larger wound.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 5:05:54 GMT
COME LITTLE LIGHT come away to the darkness
She would be lying if she said that she thought she was completely sane at this moment in time. She had just seen this mongrel shift into a human, if that wasn't insane, then she truly didn't know what was. On the other hand, he was living and breathing, obviously in pain so she couldn't stare back at him and act like an idiot. No, this man needed help. Her mind was on overdrive, trying to comprehend all that just happened. After all, for her whole life she thought things like this to be impossible, but apparently it wasn't and that just freaked her out even more. What the fuck was this world coming to? Animals changing into people? Well, that was fracking great. What would she turn into? A horse? Okay, she was freaking out. She had always prided herself on being a nice person, compassionate and caring, ignoring this man in pain would be like contradicting that, and she wanted to help anyways, whatever he was.
If he meant her any harm, wouldn't she already be dead? The mongrel had been huge, and she should of suspected something different then. But, he was just slightly bigger than her great dane Kleo. It then occurred to her, she didn't know the man's name. They were mere strangers talking to each other. Leave it to her to realize that in a time of crisis, a man that could very well die if he didn't get the help he needed. But, she was unsure of what to do, he wasn't exactly fully human, was he? Yeah, she really didn't know anything. Hospitals were to help everyone, right? Yet, she was pretty sure that there was a reason why she didn't see this kind of thing until now, they were trying to keep it a secret. And, wouldn't a hospital figure out pretty fast that he wasn't normal? And, she wanted to respect his wishes. No matter how bizarre the situation was, Vivienne still was quite capable of considering the man's feelings, she didn't retreat into herself like most people did in this freaky situation.
"I-it's okay... I p-promise..." Okay, just be rational about this. Let's forget the forget all that's happened, yeah right. But, that was exactly what she was expected to do. And, Vivienne was unsure of whether she could do that. But, she felt obligated to try. "What are you?" She managed to squeak, hoping it didn't sound too rude. "erm, sorry. I hope that wasn't rude... I just... this is all new to me.. Im sorry." Maybe the apology wasn't needed, but she did it anyways.. Only because she didn't know how to react. After all, it was an entirely new situation. She wanted to go back to her horses now, they were her source of comfort, her escape into nothingness. And, right now Vivienne needed that. She really needed it, she needed to escape, to feel free again. She was feeling stressed, and she didn't like it. Then there was the blood, she didn't like blood, it made her nauseous. Besides that, she noticed the man wasn't entirely bad looking. Okay, he was handsome. But, that was about it. It was natural of any woman to be attracted to that she figured, and she was no different.
A look of hurt appeared on her features when he continued to use the lamp post as support, wondering if she was that bad? She ignored it though, refused to think about it. She noticed when he tensed at the word of hospital, wondering why he would be so opposed to such a thing, or perhaps her assumption was right and he couldn't go to an hospital. Nothing would surprise her now, even something like his woulds healing increasingly fast. Vivienne figured that anything was possible now, even unicorns. Well, fuck. Why couldn't fantasy stay as fantasy? It just made things super complicated, more so than they needed to be. "H-hospi-tal...? W-what i-is this... Hos-pit-al?" The complete opposite of what she was thinking, he didn't even know what a hospital was, great. So, now she really had no idea of what to do. She didn't want to do something that could give his secret away, she definitely did not want that.
How did she explain this? She wasn't the expert, the person people went to for advice. She was the giggly friend, the one that supported you no matter what.. not this. "It's where a person goes to..er..get help. I don't know if it be the best fit for you? You could just come back to my place, or something. I have some gauze and stuff." Not a good idea, letting a stranger into her place. But, he was injured... and she did want to trust him, she really did. | TAG: @archeratkinson WORDS: 842 SHORT NOTES |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 18:34:32 GMT
These scars are just a Every shuddering inhale brought fresh pain, though as a particularly sharp pain cut through his ribcage, his faintly trembling frame convulsed, crimson hued irises briefly squinting shut, knifing a sharp intake of oxygen that burnt through his lungs. Though, as soon as his glassy irises reopened, they trained themselves upon the woman's facials, desperation playing within their darkly toned depths, his caution slowly crumbling within the rising need of self-preservation, his desire to live outweighing his distrust of mankind. He was forced to trust the brunette, if only for the sake of his own wellbeing, his pain overpowering his mind. Releasing a shuddered exhale, he awaited her actions and speech in silence, frame tensed.
Her hushed questioning, however blunt it might have been, drew an immediate hesitation from the shifter, shooting her an inquisitive look from between the pained winces that followed each motion, a quietened snort of distaste leaving him at the notion of revealing such information, and more importantly, at the timing of it. Hell, he was bleeding out here, and all she could think about was what the fuck he was? "N-not the t-time t-to-..." Cut off by his vision blurring violently, another sharp pain tore through his ribcage, the man forced to stifle back a groan, convulsing again against the lamp post. His weight pressed against it, though as the world knotted within his vision, the hand used to apply pressure to one of his wounds shot out to clutch the lamp post, knifing another sharp intake of air, crimson eyes squeezing shut once again. His head pressed against the post, releasing a slow, shuddering exhale in effort to regain his vision. "Fuck..." He forced himself back upright, though, his glassy irises returning to the feminine. Hell, he could feel himself shutting down. What was she waiting for?
Silently acknowledging her hurt look with a frown, his gaze averted, perhaps even in guilt, though not quite understanding what he'd done wrong. Humans were confusing creatures, no doubt. In spite of that, her explanation of the hospital drew a faint familiarity sparking within the depths of his mind. White walls, white coats, needles, injections, blood, machinery, illness, death, pain... Eyes widening, he shook his head if a little too violently, his vision blurring in retaliation of the motion, though ignored. "N-no! No h-hospital! N-no whitecoats!" Vocals unintentionally sharp, his frame shuddered at the thought of the putrid place, his grip tightening on the lamp post, edging away from the woman. God knows what went on in his mind at that point, though whatever it was, it urged the mongrel within him to come leaping out, his form transferring into that of his animalistic counterpart with a sickening crack of his spine. His shoulder blade moved away from the lamp post, support gone, and whatever had driven the instinct to shift had him scrambling down the street, away from the woman. He didn't get far; upon reaching the corner, his limbs buckled, and mid-bound, his frame slumping to the terrain with a pained yelp. His ragged breathing burnt his lungs, pain consumed his frame, and in a single throbbing moment, his vision went black, completely out cold.
W O R D S God knows. T A G @viviennehughes played by ASHYYN O T E S Good job Arch, well done. Definitely not one of his best ideas to run off like that xD
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