Even the Strongest Break [Wonder]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech The pain of war is known for sending sane men mad but what about sending a mad man? In a common state of mind the dingo was a very hospital man and at best even kind and caring but he was not the most sane individual. The battle with Iris had not gone well by any means but that didn't mean the pack had lost. Canines and Felines still fought against each other in a never wavering struggle. Diablo had fought and killed gaining him battle wounds which had been left untreated. Amongst the horror of blood and battle something had happened. A switch deep inside the dingos brain left for drastic times when only survival mattered was turned on. All emotion and reason left his head leaving the bones of what he was. Long after the last soul left the battle ground he remained doing a deed which others would have seen as repulsive. The taste for blood he found in the heat of battle caused by this switch did not end once the killing was done. Once the crows descended and the rats moved in they all dined. He consumed the dead corpses with a ravenous hunger. For the crows and rodents this was a feast but they had to watch out. If they came to close or moved while he was watching Diablo would spring like a trap and grab what he could also eating them. This was not him, this was the inner demon which called his body home. After two days under the sun the bodies began to rot making it a meal only flies and maggots could enjoy. Moving on, even after he had left his mind would not switch back. Every thing moved out of his way, no one tried to help only leaving him to search for more to take even long after he had become so full his stomach was bloated. On his search he had met a black cat which only confused his mind further. The switch was half way sprung all it needed was a little help. In his frightened and disoriented state Diablo traveled with out knowing where to. Only when he found himself traveling on baked ground and cacti flying past did he know where he was. This was Billies home. Ripped flesh on his neck from a bite hung open in a large wound dripping blood along with a shallow puncture at the base of his right ear, a slash on his left side, and a few scratches on his belly. They all had become dirtied and a few even showed the early signs of infection. Standing in the middle of the desert with out even an idea of his own name the crazed solider lifted his head and let wail a howl of despair and pain. It was a call for comfort, a call of fear, it was the sort of sound that caused young girls to cry. -------------- Words: 493 Notes: ......

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1672es1.jpg] Billie walks. Billie talks. Billie's thoughts. A gentle and yet somewhat concerned sigh escaped the dog's mouth. Despite the fact that she was a loner, she wasn't ignorant to the war that was going on between the two rival packs, Tempest and Iris. She thought about Diablo, the male she now considered a companion. He had ran off without an explanation and somehow it made Billie feel uncomfortable and worry about his well being. Taking another deep sigh, the female shook the thoughts from her mind and focused on the task ahead - finding somewhere suitable to lay down and rest. She had hunted recently with the fellow dingo so she wasn't exactly starving so she didn't really feel the need to go out and hunt again. And besides, she would be much more successful hunting with Diablo again and she wouldn't want to waste her energy. That is however, if Diablo returned. The female sniffed the air curiously but all that reached her nostrils was dust. It was at that moment though that the sound of a canine's howl caught her attention. The howl wasn't in any way territorial or rivaling, it was almost painful. She couldn't exactly recognize the howl but something about it seemed familiar. Picking up the pace, she instinctively began to follow the direction of the sound. As she got closer, the scent of the canine grew stronger and it wasn't long after that she managed to identify to howler. "Diablo." She spoke quietly but a real sense of excitement in her tone. Picking up her pace even more now, she was literally trotting towards the fellow male. His well muscled body quickly came in to view and Billie beamed. There was something different about him though, something that made the female reluctant to approach him. Much like his howl, it was as if the male was in pain. Her speed decreased as the scent of blood reached her nostrils and her smile changed to an expression of concern. She hadn't spent that much time with Diablo but she had been around him enough to know that she didn't want to see him hurt. She was now within feet of the male and it was clear now that he wasn't in a good condition. She lowered her head and gazed up at him with compassionate eyes. "Diablo, what happened?" She asked softly as she stopped in front of him, her eyes focused entirely on him, scanning his body for more wounds. Words: 406. Muse: Good. Other: I'm guessing this thread is for Billie, otherwise I feel really dumb ^^;

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech Sitting in the dirt he waited for her. As soon as she came into view his ears perked and his tail wagged uncertainly. She was a moving, breathing thing which his mind begged him to rip to shreds, but that body, those eyes, were so familiar. A growl in his throat, he raised his lips at her, but the sound from him was strained almost like a whimper. Diablo... that was his name. Viciously shaking his head trying to clear the fog, his growl was silenced, but his teeth staid bared at nothing. That voice, her smell, oh he knew her, but how! This was the moment, the turning of the switch, the very edge. He needed a name, a label, for her and though it was on the tip of his tongue it just wouldn't come. Blood dripping steadily on the dirt from the wound on his ear and neck which had never been left to heal, the poor dingo was having a terrible time conflicting with its self. Then it suddenly snapped. He remembered licking her, remembered the hunt, the goodbye, the promise. “Billie?” he whimpered softly, her name a question. Looking at her with a pitiful gaze the man could no longer hold himself up and he collapsed onto the ground with a muffled yelp. He felt horrible. Bloated from feeding on the dead, matted and covered in mud along with blood, wounded and bleeding, this was his lowest point and she got to see it. Taking deep fast breaths the dust near his nose blew away, as he kept his eyes closed. Perhaps this was his end, he didn't know. All he knew was she was here, and he was where he wanted to be. -------------- Words: 289 Notes: This is very short and pretty sucky... sorry

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1672es1.jpg] Billie walks. Billie talks. Billie's thoughts. An eager grin appeared on the female's face and the dingo in front of her perked his ears and wagged his tail. She instantly began to wag her slender tail too. She wanted to jump on him like a pup and chew his ear. But the wounds on his body held her back. She was seriously worried about her new companion. What had happened to him? Was it a dog? A feline? Did he fall off a cliff? Her mind was filled with endless possibilities, some being quite farfetched. When Diablo spoke her name, an expression of obvious confusion appeared on her features. "Of course." She replied after a short hesitation. Didn't he recognize her from before? They had met only a few days ago, surely he couldn't have forgotten her scent, her face already. Billie watched in shock as the male in front of her collapsed before her eyes. High pitched, pup like whimpers escaped his jaws and she just didn't know what to do. Instinctively she approached him quickly and began licking his blood stained coat. Surely this couldn't be the end of it could it? Finally she had found another dingo, some one like her. Someone she could relate to. Maybe this just wasn't meant to be. Maybe Billie just wasn't meant to be happy for once. Maybe she was doomed to live a lonely life. "Diablo don't leave me." These were the only words she could force out of her mouth and even they were just a whisper. Billie watched as Diablo's eyes closed but the dirt beside his nose continued to move so as of now, he was still alive. But only just. The last time Billie felt like this was when she was capture by those humans in Australia. Words: 294. Muse: Good. Other: No worries, mine sucks too...

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech A soft dragging motion across his coat let the dingo know she was licking him. It was simply a comforting thing to be groomed, especially in a time like this. Here in this moment, even though he was in pain, it was so very peaceful. The dingo was content and even happy with just her to comfort him. Slowly his muddled mind unfolded its self out back into its own normal format. With the crazy slipping from his system Diablo was able to feel the full force of the pain he was in and hell did it hurt. Groaning he turned his head to the side to gaze up at her. His amber eye looked at her in a very soft way even as pain clouded it. It was in this moment he realized how glad he was that she was there with him. In Diablo's day to day life he has no companions, no one to count on. Here in this desert the dingo had found another of his own which he trusted with his life. For someone who has nothing this woman had become his everything and he needed her. The many wounds he had were infected, and in need of serious care, but he had no one to go to. Going to a dog was out of the question. How could he trust one of them with his life? If she couldn't help him, it was the end of the line for this canine. Never having taken his gaze from her he let out a sound that was meant to be a sigh but came out a whimper. “I'm not going any where,” he whispered to her. Lifting his head with a whine of pain he gave her muzzle a soft lick before his head hit the ground again. -------------- Words: 303 Notes: Gotta love emotional moments ^^

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[wonder]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1672es1.jpg] Billie walks. Billie talks. Billie's thoughts. Dozens of questions filled the dingoes head as she stood and watched over her companion. "How did he get in to this state? Who did this to him? Was it the war? Was he even in the Tempest pack?" Unsure what to do with herself, Billie just continued to lick one of Diablo's many wounds. Yes it seemed to be infected but she couldn't care, she just wanted her friend back by her side. She had never felt this lost or confused before. The only time she had felt anything close to this was when she was capture back in Australia but even then she could only suffer alone. She was the one leaving, now it could be someone leaving her. Billie watched as Diablo gazed up at her and she could only smile. She wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright but how could she know? She had always been pessimistic but now it was really kicking her in the butt. She wanted to be strong and brave but in a time like this, she really couldn't be. “I'm not going any where,” The male's voice was just a whisper, it would surely bring tears to her eyes if it was actually possible for a canine to cry. She really hoped he wasn't lying. Diablo whimpered before dropping his head and Billie couldn't only watched as he squirmed in pain. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked softly before returning to licking one of his wounds. She lowered her back and lay down beside him. She didn't want to have to ask him questions, not in a time like this but she wanted to know if there was anything she could do. She wanted nothing more than to see Diablo get back on his feet and be fit again. It was strange. She had only spoke with this canine once but already they had hunted together and shared a meal and now he was laying beside her, dying. As much as she hated to use that word, it had to be true. Words: 347. Muse: Good. Other: You sure do ^^

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