Post by ina on Jun 6, 2012 3:00:22 GMT
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 140px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;] TAGS beauregarde for orion, picasso! WORDS 608 words LYRICS judas by lady gaga. NOTES oh, geez. had to cut myself short with this-- i was getting off topic. hah, hope it's describing enough? enjoy. | [atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 308px;] It was a pity really, all the untold potential of Hexasol buried as deep as the humans. A city that once ran primarily on the dreams and desires of others, now lay dormant with a permanent abandonment. There was no subtle poetry Beauregarde could strike up for how much sympathy she felt for the once prospering town. It had had its glory days, though they were short and far between. And Beauregarde fancied herself one of the luckier creatures-- as she'd been here for the better year of it all. All before the downfall. Man had finally fallen from the top of the food chain, and what an altering fall at that. With them gone, the peak was up for any carnivores claiming, but you paid the price in war. Of course, the Afghanistan bitch would tell anyone she was a strong believer in canine domination. Though she had never really been one to do the dirty work, she only sat at the sidelines and watched while her peers fought it out for the upper hand. Fine, long strands of brunette hair danced along her bodice, exaggerating her curves in a defined matter. Her body, to put it bluntly, was statuesque. She was the product of fine lines and patience, though her personality came from the more corrupted of her bloodlines. Her steps were proper, and at first impression she did seem as quite the lady. However, it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell you Beau was a cruel and manipulative dog, her heart as empty and black as her eyes. She wasn't ignorant about her hatred for all animals but her vain self, oh no. Beauregarde wasn't one to go around wasting her time with measly insults and little pouts of how unfair life was. Instead she held her tongue, to the best of her ability, and let all the negativity crowd her mind. Her disgust for imperfection had become so bad, she'd completely pulled herself from reality. She simply would not talk to anyone who couldn't provide her with the world. The feminine Afghan Hound sauntered the streets of the once rich and favored. She timidly nosed her way through the streets, conscious of everything around her. It wasn't often Beauregarde was completely left to her own imagination; as she wasn't one to venture during the night hours. Though, she supposed, today was an exception as she sought potential food. She walked along the cemented sidewalk, occasionally dipping her neck in a trash bin to find nothing but... garbage. Her stomach winced in agony as it let out another warning of its low fuel. What had it been now? At least a day since Beauregarde had found something completely edible. But regardless of her current situation and growing vulnerability, she couldn't help but wonder what animals lurked in these shadows. Just what kind of monster did these silhouettes belong to? As was natural for a young lady such as Beau, her curiosity did tend to get the best of her- and she found her ears perked in the direction of every little twitch. What exactly was she assuming she'd find? Here amongst the darkest hour? Her limbs stretched out in a tired manner, joints groaning with the tension. But she was brought back to her haunches, tail curled around her rump as her eyes slowly focused on a moving shadow within the darkness of an alley. Though, she wouldn't stoop to the level of calling into thin air, she did let her gaze linger there a few moments longer. Perhaps her famine was getting the best of her.. but it did look particularly like a dog.. |
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