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Post by Ruskova on Feb 11, 2012 16:38:01 GMT -8
There was an irrefutable lulling effect of working machinery that had always coaxed the languid creature to the construction site, but a cessation of work on account of the weekend brought had upon mild disappointment. A single drop of rain spattered on the tip of the canine's nose, prompting him to desperately shake back and forth in a state of frenzy and in turn had caused him to become hysterical. He b-lined immediately to an assortment of notched line-pipes straddling a portion of the fence inclosing the entire yard in refuge. It had begun to downpour and rain surged down on either side of the hollow haven causing the dog a great sense of discomfort. "What have I done to provoke this?" Idra always solicited questions beyond his power whenever the weather took an unfavorable stance. He gradually lowered his body to a lying position and gave in to the impulse to feverishly nip at his right leg, allowing the blood to saturate the pooling water. This action alone brought upon a cathartic release that in turn caused him to sink even lower to the ground, his muzzle kissing a puddle of water in front of him and with each exhale bubbles had formed at the top, evoking a vivacious yip; such juvenile and pointless doings brought about an intoxicated feeling of comfort, especially in a time of pain.
Whenever it rained, or any sort of drastic change in climate, that chasmal hole where his left eye had been would produce such piercing pangs in conjunction with a dull ache - he was deduced to trembling mess of a mutt. He stared idly out the chain-link fence at the mass of people who were scrambling home during rush hour. The overcast had made it seem like time was progressing rapidly, the sky was almost pitch-black in appearance and the air had that brisk nightly taste to it despite it only being around 5 o'clock. Idra was fascinated with the part of day after sundown, it encouraged the city to revitalize and that liveliness spread like a crude organism. People were always weary of the infected but it was just a passing thought instead of widespread hysteria, unbeknownst to them of the impending enmity to both them and creatures alike. He seemed to humor that notion though. The fact of the matter was that he like everything else apart of this world was going to cease to exist eventually and no rising evolution could stop the inevitable.
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Post by 22mg on Feb 11, 2012 17:01:01 GMT -8
Dakhma, a mess of fur and bones, meandered about the outskirts of the city, where he knew of an isolated kind of place-a place where a dog could take solace and tend to his mental wounds, in the throws of infection. He hobbled through the vacant dirt lot that lay before him, separating him from safety. Big, black, lumbering body hurled itself over a mess of wood, some sort of makeshift fence to keep the vermin out, he supposed. Past the fallen bit of fence revealed a wonderland of rotting metal, the cars lurching uncomfortably as the rain tapped against their hefty frames.
Tickaticka, tick, tick.
A weary glance was given to the groaning forms, the presence of such massive sleeping beasts always made him uneasy. The tripod hopped upon one, climbing up it as he sought solace and shelter in the rain. It had been drizzling almost nonstop as of late, it seemed almost as if somebody had made the sky weep. Some sort of galactic, moon vs. sun break up, no doubt.
Finally, sight of some sort of shelter came into view, an open window. The car was rusted at the joints, specifically around the hood and trunk, which was of no consequence to the Tower. He pranced over to the window, and crawled in, nub struggling against the upholstery to find some sort of adequate leverage over his rather bulky, bumbling body. Finally inside, the car was much cozier than an onlooker would have imagined; however, Dakhma knew this vehicle. The inside was littered with stuffed toys, pieces of bone, and pillows and blankets forming a sea of supreme comfort across the otherwise unsightly interior of the car. Cuddling between his favorite chewtoy and sufficiently suffocated in warm softness, he decided to sleep off the rain, until the time that either unfortunate excitement roused him, or his already talkative tummy forced him to find something other than a stuffed bear to eat.
Dakhma pulled idly at the seams of the bear, massaging and figuring out the weak spots in his stuffed bear with his ever-careful teeth. They were so large and bulky that he was constantly searching for bits and pieces of scrap to chew on, to relieve the pain. He was careful not to tear the bear, although his more rash nature had already wounded the doll's structure on a few seams, and he couldn't control himself but to pull out the eyes almost immediately after finding it.
Life was easy, sometimes, but this pain in his stomach wasn't subsiding. He would need food, quickly. But for now, rest. He needed any strength boost he could get. Not to mention it was probably about time to move his crib elsewhere, seeing as most of the cars from this lot had been cleared out, in lieu of some construction work. The humans were always expanding, infecting the land with their contraptions and trash. He knitted the bear in his paws, contemplating. It seemed like such a statement would be applicable to another group of influenza-spreading creatures he knew, but he couldn't quite place it.
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Post by citvie on Feb 12, 2012 10:52:53 GMT -8
Lestrangue Location: Her rooftop --> the Construction site
A pair of bright orange eyes reflected the rain, blinking drowsily in the drizzle. The gray Corgi yawned widely, exposing small, sharp teeth, and curled up tighter in her little ball of comfort. To anybody who didn't know what exactly was living in the vent on the roof, it looked like a small child's bedroom, but with more shiny things and toys. Heck, Lestrangue had even dragged in a small blanket, fluffy from the warm air blowing up the vent. An array of bones and chew toys surrounded her, as well as another blanket, which hung partially over the gaping entrance to the vent. This blanket served to block out the majority of the rain. The fox - tailed Corgi had chosen this home specifically for its many escape routes and warmth. If infecteds ever decided to track her down and kill her, Lestrangue could simply drop down backwards and land in the main vent shaft, branching from said shaft were many, many escape routes, all hers for the choosing. The other advantage was the warm breeze that would rise up the vent; it always seemed to do that when it was chilly or rainy. Maybe the owners of the sunglasses store beneath her had programmed it to do that? Lestrangue dismissed the thought almost as soon as it hit her; It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that she was growing tired of just sitting around in her vent all day. Forcing herself out of her comfortable little den, Lest nosed open the blanket and stared dimly at the drizzly, uncomfortable - looking world outside. Tentatively stepping out, Lestrangue jerked her head sharply so as to make the sunglasses on her brow fall onto her snout, the lenses covering her eyes. She curled her lip, but pressed onward. She leapt out of her warm, inviting den and out into the cold, dreary rain. She was at the edge of the building almost as soon as she'd gotten outside, it felt to her, and she pushed off, powerful hind legs flexing. She easily cleared the gap and landed on another rooftop, repeating the process, stopping every now and then to rest and mark her territiory. The rooftops did belong to her, after all.
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Lestrangue stood on a rooftop overlooking the construction site. she could scent two dogs; but they didn't seem too close. But it could be the rain tricking her, washing away the scent. Through the darkened lenses of her sunglasses, the whole world looked even drowsier. The multiple monsters - humans called them "vehicles", or something of the like - seemed entranced in a deep sleep. She swept her gaze around the area, mildly curious. There seemed to be nothing here, but even so, she threw back her head and howled. If they were infecteds, her immunity would protect her. she inhaled deeply, and let another howl rip loose from her throat, announcing that this was her territory 9in her eyes) and they had best get off right noww or she'd rip out their throats. An empty threat, but overestimating could work in her favor.
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Post by Ridge on Feb 20, 2012 15:22:22 GMT -8
AmorLight paw steps danced in the mud and rain, its eerie owner trotting through the construction site, white tongue lolling out of her mouth. Fluffy tail bounding behind her. Her fur was becoming drenched, sticking to her skin, in what might have been uncomfortable to other canines. She, however, moved as if this gave hr no ailment. Long legs shooting out from infront and behind her in rhythmic pattern, ears wiggling around on her head. Her fur was dark do to the rain, something that bothered her. Though infected and past the point of insane, taking the definition to an entirely new degree, the fae was jealous and vain. Both being part of her enjoyment of being infected. Her vanity only helped fuel the idea of superiority, beauty, and strength gifted to her by the evolution the dog that had attacked her had passed on. She felt strong, beautiful, elegant. Her eyes a vibrant, beautiful yellow, her tongue snow white, gums pitch black. Her mind more open to the world, more intelligent, her powers of her 'sickness' called rage syndrome truly appreciated. Oh she was conceited. Though this. This injustice to her own natural beauty of the caramel streaks in her fur. This intensely irritated her. Who was the weather to control her being. So with that, and the howl of the canine somewhere above provoked the girl to give her own, a more blood curdling high pitched scream of a howl. Yelling at the crying sky and howling dog above. A clear act of defiance as to the question on leaving. Eyes caught that of another infected, nose picked up the scent of blood and her tongue flicked over her maw. An airy laugh coming from her throat, though the female rather preferred whoever it was to make their intentions clear before she approached them. Blood was a dangerous weapon. Yellow eyes continued to seek out something or other through the grey light over the construction site. A thin, yet suffocating layer by that. Eyes did though, catch that of a car, four legs began running. Muscles pumping and working under her fur before launching off with muscular hind legs. A thick thud sounded and the mutt peered through the foggy windshield at the large dog inside the car, working his teeth into a bear. Large, yellow eyes blinking the girl continued to watch. "Well hi there, I take it you don't like the rain?" Amor wasn't above inviting herself in, but she didn't want to risk getting her head torn off, a thought she believed was the only way to kill her. She'd survive anything else, but a clean dismemberment wasn't apart of that list. Yellow eyes awaited the dog's answer and maybe invitation with wide, false innocence. A fake shudder rolling down her back. Any infected though would realize how false that act was. They should realize the invincibility of themselves. White tongue lolled out again in a friendly manner, though her eerily perky attitude never faded, nor the possibility of something odd, other than the virus, lurking in the mulit-colored female.
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Post by Ruskova on Feb 24, 2012 9:00:08 GMT -8
ooc: I'll be replying to this sometime this weekend hopefully, I was really busy and was also waiting to see how many people would join. This post will be deleted with my reply!
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