mary, mary, quite contrary... [dragon]

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[atrb=background,http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/9840/pruepostingtablemiddle2.jpg] actions // "speak" \\ louder then words ...how does your garden grow? Cold wind picked up on the coast, sending small bits of sand skittering across the ground. Dark, angry clouds overtook the sky, showing not a single slice of blue sky. Swirling grey water crashed onto the shore, a repetitive sound each time the waves hit the sand. It certainly wasn't a 'pleasant' day for most, but Prue's paws itched for the rain. The feline was black in coloration, and stood out rather profusely against the sand. She sat quietly, scanning the violently churning water, legs and underbelly caked in mud. For days now she'd been burying those who perished on this beach. Small mounds of sand were the reminder of what had happened. War. Prue scowled at nobody in particular, bothered slightly by the though of war. Did any of those hot-shot Florine or Book persons know how much trouble she went through to bury fallen soldiers? And for what? She'd be chased out of Iris territory more times then she could count. The feline flicked her tail crossly and turned her head to examine her work. Mounds of sand were marked only by small, feline footprints and a single twig perched upright in the sand. At that moment the wind changed direction, buffeting Prue from behind and making her stumble rather awkwardly into a standing position. She flattened her ears and turned to the water, facing the wind straight on. Sand skittered around, making a rough sound that Prue couldn't say she recognized. It was all very obnoxious, in her opinion. The weather was having a hissy-fit, to say the least. Taking one more wistful glance at the ocean, Prue turned away from the howling wind, and approached the grass line. Thin "beach trees" (get it, beech trees... beach trees?) grew out of the grass a little ways away, and Prue figured she be better protected from the wind there. The feline almost chuckled at her little play on words, but before she could to so, was battered by another gust of wind. Honestly... she muttered in her head, swiftly pulling herself upright. Walking a bit faster, the black feline reached the edge of the sand, and stopped to look at the graves once more. Turning her little head, the feline smirked, and padded a few steps further out of the wind, and soon to be rain, into the cover of the trees. The feline then settled down again, and turned back to stare at the ocean. // word count : 409 Sorry it took so long, and it's crappy and short! I'm still a little rusty. xD

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech War, blood, pain, adrenaline, these all ran on the dingos mind in a haze he was unable to shake. The beast had survived the battle with the cats killing many and once most had left he staid with the crows as he had promised to. It was like a switch had been turned on but no one could turn it off. He fed on everything, dogs, cats, rats, crows he could catch, any thing that moved caught the animals attention and was chased and if it wasn't fast enough went into his belly. Now a few days later the red haze over his mind had not yet gone. The meat on the field had rotted making it uneatable unless you are maggot or fly so he went on a search for fresh blood even though he was bleeding himself. From all the movement his wounds could not heal leaving them open and bleeding even becoming dirty. Diablo was not in good shape. In his blind almost rabid state he found his way to the beach though he had enough natural sense not to drink the salt water. Running and running was all he did with sand matting his legs and belly along with his neck where a deep bite was. Panting and covered in blood the dingo did not stop until he noticed the mounds. At first they were nothing to him until he smelt blood and meat. Bodies, there were bodies under that sand. Running over to the first he saw he began to dig sniffing until he came to the body of a house cat. Sniffing at the body he found it was rotten and snarled before turning away. It wasn't that he was hungry, his belly was actually a bit bloated from eating so much, all he wanted was the taste. His primal brain was telling him he wanted blood, wanted the thrill of killing. This was a part of Diablo, a part of him his loved ones do not see, a part of his brain that came on when he needed it but now it just wouldn't go off to the gentle kind and much less aggressive man he usually is. -------------- Words: 365 Notes: Sorry for the wait and this being very very suckish

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[atrb=background,http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/9840/pruepostingtablemiddle2.jpg] Prue managed to avoid a few good gusts of air and settled down a little more. Her eyes were trained on the ocean, her mind crashing in and out with the rolling of the tide. Her ears lay to the side, her body was relaxed, albeit overworked and exhausted. Before she could drift off into what she thought might be a peaceful slumber, a small something caught Prue's eye. Her body shifted and the creature became a bit more alert, even if only slightly more so. What had caught her eye was, in fact, a dog. She didn't know the breed, for she wasn't an expert on those types of things, but Prue could say that she hadn't particularly seen anything that looked like this thing. The ebony coated feline watched it as it barreled across the sand, oblivious to everything around it. It was covered in mud, and what Prue could only assume blood. The feline pricked her ears, watching with a bit more interest as the canine drew closer. He was undoubtedly a male, Prue could think of not female that would look as he did at that moment. A deep wound punctured the canine's neck, and the ebony feline wondered why he was wasn't dead yet. The mannerisms and air that the canine seemed to possess puzzled Prue, and she couldn't figure for the life (or, rather, undeadedness) in her what was wrong with him. Perhaps he's mad... The thought occurred to Prue, and she found it quite obvious. The way his body moved was that of that of pure rage and blood-lust. Of someone caught in war. A grin found it's way to the feline's features. But the expression quickly fell as the canine approached her graves, sniffing. The feline watched it's odd movements, ungraceful and jer-. Prue realized what was happening to late, and trained her gold eyes on the scene in front of her. The canine tore away hours of the black cat's work, pulling away the protection and dignity Prue had provided when she buried the dead. His paws moved in rapid succession of digging that dogs just seemed to possess, and uncovered the body of a house cat. In seconds, Prue jumped to her paws, shouting out- "You there! Mutt! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Now, Prue wasn't usually one for vulgar language and rudeness, but she was exhausted. She'd have to go through the whole process of burying and ritualized again. And what did he think he was going to do to a rotten, dead corpse? Eat it? The feline stalked closer, mustering up the coldest glare she could, only finding that her expression was one of glee. She hated what that happened. Obvious lacking of control. She needed control. Prue scanned the canine again, this time from a closer vantage point. The wounds inflicted on the dog looked harsh and untreated. His eyes looked unreal, full of hate and anger, war. Prue took in everything about him, his body, his position, his unkempt body that bulged around his stomach; if only slightly. One thing that the feline didn't think about was how much danger she'd just put herself in. // word count : 531

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech Having left the rotting flesh be his attention was gained by another source of stimuli. Something breathing, something alive. Turning with head low, hackles raised, ears pricked and lip curled while a snarl poured over his tongue he face the cat. Black as death she was with long fur and really a stunning sight but even in his own mind he would have seen her as nothing. To the zoo dingo this black feline was a big rat plump from eating the food his own needed to survive, a leech which bled his people dry. Stepping closer he snapped a harsh bark his teeth only coming open a second before slamming shut with a pop. Suddenly a sneeze racked and canine causing his head to shake once but his eyes never left her. Not only was he insane but he sure as hell looked it. This madness would get him killed, yet he was already partly dead. Brave or stupid, no one could really tell which this cat was. She had stepped closer to the disoriented dingo which surely surprised him. Again he snapped his teeth at her but this time backed away a step. For the last 48 hours he had been ripping apart dead things his body knew was no threat to him but this? He was already very badly injured, more scratches and bites from a cat would quite possibly kill him. With a confused brain poor Diablos ears swiveled back. Part of him knew something was wrong and he need to go to safety but his state of mind wanted him to attack this creature. Suddenly he was frightened. Legs shaking his growling died, his lips lowered and the great warrior looked like a pup. The two parts of his brain had become at war with one another. One was survival the other was his alternate state of mind clawing to keep control. Their was no help here for him, no comforting friend to lick his ear and whisper to him words of kindness. -------------- Words: 338 Notes: Sorry for the wait ^^"

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[atrb=background,http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/5194/pruepostingtablemiddle3.jpg] actions "speech" thoughts The canine let out a menacing look, snapping its jaws closed with an audible pop. Prue stared hard, looking amused, though she was really trying to give the dog a menacing snarl. Instead, she gave a rather awkward, tilted smile. The little black cat was irritated by this and managed to give a hard scowl, though it wasn't meant for the half-bent, crazy dog. It was meant for her inability to control her facial expressions. Prue jumped then, surprised by the dog's sudden sneeze. Not exactly an answer, she thought with a twitch of her tail, but the only one I think I'm getting. The feline narrowed her eyes, meeting the dog's gaze. Hell, he wasn't really a dog anymore, that sounded much too noble. He was an animal. A beautiful eyed animal, that never took those eyes off her. The madness was practically screaming at Prue, and she met it head on. She wasn't afraid of him, not at all. Sure, he was just about the most messed up living thing she'd seen, but there was a distinct lack of fear in her cheery gaze. She wasn't afraid to die, she was already dead. This canine could not harm her. It could not kill her, that had already been taken care of. Prue took another step forward, arching her back with a delicate hiss, ready to shoot of if this canine suddenly decided to pounce. However, the canine didn't launch itself at her. It snapped it's jaws at her, yet took a step back. Prue gave another snarl-turned-smile and took a tiny step forward. The wind buffeted at her, and the inky pelted feline had to adjust herself to keep from loosing her balance. Harder and harder she stared, as deep into the eyes of the canine as he would allow. She saw madness, blood lust, a great warrior's spirit swimming in death, but something swam under the surface of it all. Reason. And that was the reason Prue hadn't yet been attacked. As the inky feline was realizing this, Diablo seemingly changed, before her eyes. She watched, puzzled, as the menacing, devil looking creature turned into a timid little pup. Prue glanced behind her, checking for a possibly larger, more dangerous creature. Nothing. The feline turned back to where the canine stood, legs shaking and a blank look on it's face. So this thing really is crazy, she thought. The feline flicked her ears, and turned her head to look at him, in a rather birdlike manner. "Ahem... sir?" Prue spoke softly, giving a rather good stink eye. "Are, are you feeling alright?" A stupid question to ask, Prue realized too late. Of course he wasn't feeling well, she sneered to herself. He's got some kind of freakish wound in his neck, and who knows what kind of mental trauma he suffered. She could just imagine the canine lifting his head and say quite merrily 'Oh yes, I'm doing quite swell, the ocean is such a nice place for a rotten carcass!' Prue shook her head from the thought, and awaited the canine's response.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech While he shook and snarled the brave cat just took another step forward with her back arched and a rather feminine hiss rasping out from between her teeth. With eyes steady on him she stepped closer while he stepped back in a movement almost similar to a dance. To think, Diablo the cat eater was backing away from nothing more than a black little alley cat. Eye and eye with this feline the soldier felt as if she was staring into his soul. Reading every hidden secret swimming within him, every untold fear, hope, and thought. The look she gave him while she spoke provoked a growl from him as his ears snapped forward. Tilting his head to the side the dingo set one amber eye on her with an intent gaze. What was to be done next? Words had passed from her but neither did he want to reply or could he. In a primal being speech is not necessary, all that needs to be said can be spoken through body language. Shaking his head he tried to think of what should be done. Through all the war waging in his mind the rest of his thoughts seemed to have gone blank. Social skills, reasoning, those all had been shut down or at least partly turned off while all this was going on. The smell of rotting meat still in his nose Diablo looked away from the cat to peer at the mounds. The reasoning within him was winning out but he still couldn't run a conscious thought. Peering back at her he knew there was something particular going on here, even though it had nothing to do with him. Raising his lips he growled and took a few steps toward her pressing his luck. The odd air around her was a discomfort, which quickly turned to agitation in his current state. -------------- Words: 313 Notes: I'm so sorry this is so late! Life has been sucking all my time and energy!

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