[L]ast of the Wilds

[[ Disturbed ]]

((Open ftw))

The sun was setting over the horizon now, the time of day slowly waning further and further into the time of night. The sky held onto the last fleeting rays of light, as if trying to hoist the sun back up, up out of its fall, by its brilliant yellow arms... but to no avail. It sank beneath the distant mountains and impressive skyscrapers like a boat with a hole in it, until there was nothing left of it but blood-soaked clouds that faded as the hours ticked by.

Black shadows in the night came alive with shining life and laughter, as humans made their way from home to tiny apartment home, partying, merry making, then passing out from all the alcohol. Teenage cars and their impaired joy riders burned up the streets with their booming music and sickly yells and cries. Pitiful creatures, really...

But soon, even their lights would be swallowed by darkness, and as the yellow square eyes of the city all shut off for the evening, the crimson gaze of an understudy burst into life. Only once the shadows had spread far and wide, only once the street lights stood alone in the abyss, only after the last car had turned the last bend and the music had played its last note, did the beast rise form his hiding place beneath an abandoned building.

Crawling from the basement through a small window above a vacant water heater, he stood as dark and unholy as the night itself, giving his prized coat of fur a single decent shake, as if to clear it of its permanent muddy appearance, to no avail of course. But dust and other sorts of debris was nice enough to vacate his premises and finally, in the gentle breeze of the summer's evening, he was free for a night on the town.... alone.

Trotting out of the dirty alleyway, the akita male stopped on the sidewalk to investigate his surroundings, glancing left first and then right, searching the night for something.... something to eat preferably, but he severely doubted that a meal just would walk right up to him out of the darkness...

[Vega And Diadra]

Diedra heard the farmiliar noise of padders clicking against the alleyway. Her visage was drawn up towards the noise, harks intrigued at the noise she hadn't heard in so long. She watched the male, definitely of Akita background. Her occulli narrowed into dark slits as she watched on. Brow line was raised as she silently slinked around some drunks and a few unnapitizing bugs. Kissers twitched, emmitting a low growl to a human foolish enough to throw somthing at her. Teeth snapped at the face as she passed, tail wired back and audits pulled to her cranium. She shook off the encounter and continued towards the sillouette of another. Her tail remained still, bodice leaned against the wall opposite him. Her expression was harmless enough, but muscles were tensed, ready to pounce if he came at her. Living this way was how she had grown up. She would always be that way.

"Hey," She said confidently, just a hint of shyness in her voice and expression, kissers rising into a verry slight smile. Her expression was sleek and sly at the same time, giving her a friendly-looking demeener, looking was key. Her haunches tensed, sliding her rump towards the ground and releasing her death hold on her muscles. Diedra was of Husky decent, her masked face came quite frequent in the breed, but her color was a bit of a mystery. Over her muzzle to her stomach, she was pure white, atleast she would have been, but a life on the streets is hard on a dog's coat. And over her mask to her tail, she is blanketed in a deep indigo, many shades of grey and black run through it to give it a more natural look.

Eyes tilting towards the sky, as usual, there were no stars visible through the lights of the city. Not much different from her last home. A shelter dog since birth, this fae has known nothing but the streets. She escaped the pound at eight weeks, through a hole in the back fence, since then, she has gone under the aliace of Diadra. Her mother was brought into the pound, taken from the residence of an animal hoarder, she died emmidiately after birth, and the pups were allowed to stay until they could be adopted.

She was the most active from the start, her eyes the first to open, her vocal chords the first to utter a sound, and to her care takers, she was the rascal. Baths were a strugle, play time closely monitered, and walks? Forget it! Her highstrung behaviour nearly led her to euthanization many a times. But somthing about her always changed their minds.

After her days of being fed on a bottle, she grew accustomed to having her food delivered daily, water, and a blanked to curl up in at the end of the day. Needless to say, her first day on the run came about as a bit of a shock.

Months after her escape, the flyers, letters, and advertisements hoping for her safe return faded out, and the pedestrians of the town ajacent to Sirius forgot about her. Fur began to lose its color, stomach shrivled away to nothing before another came to her rescue. Soft words of velvet led her to a desperately needed meal, but before dawn, her savior had vanished. For the years following her escape, she wandered the streets searching for a new home, and for the mysterious brute that saved her life. But now, she has made her way into Sirus city, continuing on with her search.

She prayed, with all her heart, that she had finally met up with him again. Her eyes had been blurred and distorted the night of her rescue, so she couldn't nececarily tell even the breed of the male. But her search would not end until he was located, and she hoped that was soon.

[[ Disturbed ]]

When claws sounded off in the darkness, a set not belonging to his own four feet, the akita, curious but in a fleeting manner, allowed his cold but still light amber gaze wander its way up the road. In the back of his mind was a fleeting hope that maybe a rabbit or some sort of large rat was the source of the noise and, for the first time in his life probably, he was disappointed to find a female had wandered her way into the pool of light cast by a nearby street lamp.

Huskies aren't exactly 'good eatin' unfortunately.

Sighing in noticeable annoyance, the massive brute, easily 4 or 5 years old, much above such a childish behavior, pouted. His nostrils flared as a gush of air rushed from his longs into the nightly winds and breezes, accompanying his miffed expression with an animal-like snort, of sorts. Pointed ears turned slightly in their position upon his head, until the pinkish insides were facing otward at sideways angles...

"Hey."

Sounding much more disinterested than the female, the darkly colored akita male averted his gaze swiftly, glaring off in some random direction. Now what was he going to do for dinner? With the sun down, most good prey was either asleep or inaccessible. Naturally, he shouldn't have been expecting a meal to walk up besides him, but you can't blame a guy for being disappointed.

Scouring his brain for some sort of edible solution to the rumbling in his absolutely bottomless gullet, the brute turned his gaze skyward and chatted casually, distantly, obviously distracted... either that or completely uncaring.

"Nice night..."

[Vega And Diadra]

A curious brow was raised at his expressions. But, she had grown used to the lack of food. She could barley notice the hunger anymore, but she knew her way around. She looked into the infinite sky, harks funneling in every one of his extremely few words. Her kissers twitched again. She smiled, occulii closed and a dark laugh escaped her barred teeth.

"I know a few spots where you can get a meal," She said, eyes averting down the alley to the streets far off. "That is, if you don't mind garbage or a stray cat," She said evily, eyes turned back to the sky, thinking about what he was saying. Her voice suddenly got soft and angelic.

"Yeah," She said, a small smirk of the happy sort escaped her loose jowls.


[No muse :[ ]

[[ Disturbed ]]

The akita's darkly colored brow fell like a ton of bricks and he brought his gaze back down to earth under its weight, suspicious. How did she know he was hungry? Granted, a big dog with an empty stomach is a difficult thing to hide, especially when the organ is feeling particularly talkative. But this particular brute was not one known for his logic and careful thinking, only his tendency to be... difficult to understand sometimes.

A dark growl rose up from the pit of the spitz's deep and well-muscled chest, rumbling forward like an over-packed freight train, speeding out passed his closed jowls through his dark, leathery lips. But it waned after a moment's glare and, instead of attacking, he merely looked away again, this time stubbornly, amber eyes closed in defiance.

"I don't eat cats."

Speaking in a very matter-of-fact tone, he did not bother to explain why. A fae like her could never understand anyway...

((All the better for me. I work better with shorter posts, 2 to 4 paragraphs is my sweet spot. ;3))

[Vega And Diadra]

The Sheba allowed her brow to raise once more at his retort, white flecks above her occulii crashing into each other like a car wreck. She had loved her life in the poud, so far as the food supply went, atleast, and she had quickly warmed up to the occasional cat, though it was not really her meal of choice. She shook her tiara, lyricals held tight as to not fling spit all over the place.

'Primadonna...' She managed to mutter under her breath. Even if he had heard it, there was enough sarcasm in it to sound like a joke. She rose again, bones cracking as she shook, her coat lifted and showered the air with feathery fur and dust as she headed for the front of the alleyway, the part that lead to down town.

"I'm sure we can find somthing by the docks if you wish to come. Low tide at night and such," She said into the darkness of the alley, her sillhouette casting her shadow into the bakway they had been in, the streetlight above giving her coat a glossy look from the moisture. She smiled, turning her head away from him and waited.

"If you want to come, that is." She said, eyes looking to him.

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