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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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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/30k6nv6.jpg,true] Hunger. Ravishing hunger that writhed through Orion's body, constricting his stomach and churning his bile. His throat clawed and he felt sick from the emptiness. Orion had headed out, away from the Tempest Pack, to search for some kind of nutrition. The heat of the early summer's sun was already too much for the six-month old cub, and so he chose to try and find food in the dark of the night. He had heard whispers that this was going to be a terrible summer, full of dehydration and death. It had barely struck summer when the heat wave came. The last rainfall had been weeks ago, and already the plants and animals are feeling the effects of no water. Laredo River had thinned to a meandering stream, and the lakes and waterfalls were starting to dry up. Orion knew this meant trouble, but he wasn't going to let weather destroy him. As Orion paced the streets, nose pinned to the ground, futilely trying to find a scent, Orion wondered about how much of a hunter he would be when he grows up. For the moment, Ori had little experience hunting, however he loathed when his mother or a guardian brought back an animal for him. He wanted to catch his own kill, however the largest animal he'd captured between his jaws had been a mere rat. Rats were foul and tough, compared to delicious deer that were full of juice and meat. Still, Orion was getting better on his technique for stalking prey, and the more practice he gets, the better he'll be when he's older. Orion was at the age where he was beginning to question himself. Questioning life. He was dissatisfied with everything, from his family to his own personality. He had met several older canines who had taught him of things that had fascinated him. He had witnessed murders, blackmail, threats, even an occasional rape. All of which Orion had noted with a keen enthrallment. The Tempest Pack was slowly changing the way he thought about life, as he's now realised that there's a much more exciting part that he has yet to discover. He had seen the beauty of someone draining the life from someone, seeing their eyes glaze over into death, and Orion thought it was beautiful. It was no wonder the Tempest loved killing felines so much, when it was such fun to murder. Stop! Orion froze in his tracks when he suddenly got a whiff of something. There was a rustle from behind one of the bins, before Orion spotted a fairly large kind of animal. Orion narrowed his eyes and used the darkness to his advantage. As Orion stalked closer to the animal, he recognised it as a raccoon. If Ori caught this, then he'd no longer be hungry! As the raccoon rustled about in the rubbish of one of the bins, Orion slowly got closer and closer... until pounce! The raccoon had been too busy engaged in the rubbish that Orion had managed to pin the stupid animal. His teeth were still not sharp enough to kill in one blow, so he snapped his mouth several times to try and kill the clawing animal from beneath him. Finally, with a satisfying snap, the raccoon fell limp under his jaws and Orion finally had a meal. As Orion picked up the animal, which was heavier than he had expected, he knew he should take it back to the Tempest Pack. These streets were full of thieves ready to take his kill away. Orion was too young and would easily be overpowered by anyone who attacked him. Readying his body, Orion began to walk the streets to make his way home. However, as Orion turned into another street, he caught the scent of another canine. Fur bristling, Orion growled around the raccoon and began to gaze about his surroundings, trying to work out where this nearby canine was. He wasn't going to let anyone take his kill away from him.

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