Got The Life [Open]

[SMIFFAGRIFF]

A shadow crept along the dark streets in the odd spring storm. Brooke, better known to some as The Hazard had been tagging around the her territory for quite a few hours now, and day had slipped well into night. She knew that not too far off from here was where her pack was located for the night... And yet, she could not bring herself to go home, even in this foul weather. Fury was seeping out of her pelt for reasons unknown. This happened from time to time... and she was about ready to sink her teeth into a feline....

A growl escaped the young dog's throat, but the sound was lost as thunder cracked above her in the sky. Yes, she was walking about on the cliff in a storm. Probably not the smartest idea she'd ever had, but when were any of her ideas smart or at least beneficial to her safety? Brooke was as wild as wild dogs could be, constantly testing her limits, and knowing well the risks involved. It wasn't her fault she enjoyed a thrill...

But right now, even the raging sea and sky could not put her mind at ease: "Pull yourself together Brooke," she growled to herself. She padded towards the edge of the cliff peering out over the horizon, and wondering... just what was out there. If there was a better place for her. Of course, it would be a death sentence for her to try and swim away, but her heart longed for a better life then the one she had... and a better life for her pack too. Just think... what if she found another place beyond these cruel waters where the Tempest Pack could live as the supreme rulers? Would that not answer everyone's prayers?


Letting out a sigh, Brooke stepped back a few paces, knowing that standing too close to the cliff was unwise in such conditions and while her mind held her better senses captive. In fact, Brooke was so lost in thought, that she did not hear the approach of someone behind her... but then again, what kind of dog would in such weather? Between howling winds, pounding rain, and booming thunder, it was a wonder the she-dog didn't go deaf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][bg=9B593B] He stepped silently, pelt hanging with the water that would soon saturate the world. Humidity and the disturbing sense of a drop in pressure bit at him, and as he stalked forwards he found it hard to find the lightning uninviting. This, my foes is not Paradox. Paradox is locked in his cell, where he should remain. He the one in control now is called Parar. Let the world tremble in mighty god's sound. For what else could he be but god? Perfection. That's what. With blood set an ooze down his maw, the Dingo lifted his sandy head. The sky was set a light as he watched, and with a satisfied grin god agreed. Let his demons split the world. For he was no good god. There was no good god. He Parar was the devil lord. The ruler of it all, when so many stupid breathers think that his lesser souls are their ruler. Let them think what they wanted. Or dream what they wished. He would continue to split their world apart with his anger. Because his anger was divine. And nothing could escape such wrath. Let alone hope to survive it. Let them try, the more they fought the funner it would be. Oh let them try. With a hiss of a snarl the tawny coated lord turned away from his holdings. Such meager holds. His steps led him towards the heavens the place his wrathful self had flung him from so he may rule amongst his creations. Lips drawn back to reveal sharpened fangs, the great god Parar glared out at his world. Oh how he loved it and its broken beauty. How he enjoyed watching lives fall apart as he drew his claws through the fabric of life. His claws would rip them apart and glue them back together. All the more fun to fuck with you my dears. Dark tipped ears lifted to draw in the crashing rounds of thunder, Parar found himself walking up a slope. A rather annoyingly wet slope. But he had called forth his monster, this great storm, and he could not send it back. That was the thought pastern of a psychotic personality. For thats all he was, a simple personality. Nothing. He didn't control this body. No! He God must share its cramped soul with three others. And he was not even able to claim that he great Parar was the leader of the four headed being. No! He was to be told that they where called Paradox. That they had a master, and he was not him. Treason! His mind screamed. Heresy! Let dear Paradox come here to his face and knock him from his soul! God would not loose! God would not be defeated! Not even his death would stop- wait. Eyes narrowing into the intense gray their chocolate iris's landed upon a lady. But what was a lady doing wandering in his storm? Shock, that's what that troublesome emotion was called. That annoying twitch that sent him fleeing, that made his connection flinch and shrivel like a dying bud. Blackness engulfed the world, and a new being stepped forth to claim god's sight. To take over god's body. A with a defeated hiss Parar slunk into his cage. "I'm no fucking hostage" His teeth ground across the bars as the slammed closed, and then a new man stared out from chocolate eyes. With a weak snarl, the animal shook its head furiously. The flys of confusion and anger buzzed in his skull and they wouldn't leave. Snarling he returned his eyes on the being before him. The one who didn't claim to control his limbs. Paradox let his ears slick back against his skull. Punching bags had good timing. But no. The scent crusting the edges of the water tinged night held Tempest ooze. Sneezing crossly the Dingo curled his lip. No need to piss of his alpha because he wanted to take out his frustrations. He would go find a body later to beat to nothing. Scraping his foot once across the rock he decided it may just be better to wander off. But his mind caught a strand of yarn darting across his vortex. He had made enough noise shoving God down a notch that it was neer impossible that the woman hadn't heard him. So with a snarl he decided to reveal himself. With a well aimed jab. "Damn Parar. Hope you realize God can't even fuck up his bad- mortal." When the divine dramatic woke up next Paradox would be screamed at furiously. But thankfully they didn't speak to him when he was in control. Oh no, their cages had muzzles. That God. The real one. Not Parar. "Speak to me nonexistent god"

[SMIFFAGRIFF]

"I'm not sure who you're speaking to," Brooke responded, only turning her head slightly at the appearance of Paradox, "but if you have no qualms with me, then please, leave me in peace."

The venom in her voice was clear as day. It wasn't that she had any personal thing against Paradox. They barely knew each other, though they both served under the same alpha.... and while Brooke didn't go out of her way to avoid the strange dog, she had observed him from afar. He seemed to constantly have these moodswings, as if possessed by another being. Now Brooke really didn't give a damn as to why, how, or anything really about this male. Maybe normally she would be slightly more curious, perhaps even compassionate on a good day, but here, in the rain, at the edge of the cliff, she was beyond her breaking point.

And she didn't know why.

And that fact in itself made Brooke all the more angry.

Brooke was about ready to turn back around and look back over her perch towards the violent sea, but her keen hearing got the better of her as Paradox went on about something or another. God? Mortal? What in hell's name was this guy? A fake prophet? Brooke rolled her eyes and turned around, now fully facing the male. He seemed whacked out, as if he had no idea why he was here right now... not to mention he seemed to be talking to himself.

Still, the psychological minds of others was somewhat interesting to the young female, and... she could not crack the case of Paradox no matter how much she observed. Then again, how would she know without ever having really interacted with the canine? A low grumble escaped her maw as she considered what she could do now. Try to talk? She wasn't exactly in a social mood, and Paradox just seemed... loopy as hell.

"Speak to me nonexistent god," he muttered.

And now Brooke was thoroughly confused. What the hell? Was he not just arguing to himself about god? Brooke snorted, dismissing the topic all together. She could care less about god. In fact, if there was a god out there, she would be happy to let him kiss her fluffy ass. She didn't serve anyone because they preached nonsense.... though, then again, if god existed and wiped out the humans in four short weeks... then Brooke supposed she had something to thank him for.

A snarl escaped her maw as memories flooded through her mind. She was young... naive... and gullible. The man had tempted her with food, and she obeyed silently, obediently... stupidly. Whoever came up with the concept "three strikes and you're out," was dead wrong, because right then, Brooke had struck out badly. It wasn't long before the human had her at his mercy, branding her with hot iron that would stay with her for eternity. And then... the countless fights, the stealing, the injustice.

And all for his stupid prized cats. Those damn, spoiled rotten creatures.

Brooke shook her head, her body following and sending drops of water spraying onto the already wet ground. Not that it mattered in this weather. It was steadily getting to be a heavier and heavier storm, and if Brooke wasn't so beside herself with anger, perhaps she would be concerned for the well being of the pack tonight.

But no, the more she thought, the angrier she got... and at this point, Paradox was starting to look like a mighty fine opponent to release some stress on. Still, Brooke realized she'd been standing in one spot like a total moron for the last few minutes, growling like a rabid coyote, "I'm not that god of yours," she spat rather vilely. "Whatever god exists can kiss my ass. I ain't gonna be do some crazy stunt for some weird moodswinging mutt today, alright? I've got my own problems..."