gimme fuel, gimmie fire. // graverobber!

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It wasn't in the best of spirits that Brooke had decided to come out to the Deserted Plains today. She'd come here to mourn, really. Mourn alone, on her own, away from the pack. Not just the loss of her mate, Bane, but also of the pups she never raised, of the integrity she had shattered, of the lives she had taken - dog and cat alike. The Tempest leader was clearly not her usual fiery self today, drowned in her misery.

She felt the only fit place to be was out here where no one would see her. These plains were deserted for a reason. It was horridly hot in the summer - well, all year round really, save winter, but this place was what one could call a desert wasteland. Cracked earth only let the occasional weed grow, and in the heat wave of the century that was going on now, even those meager little plants were wilting and grey.

Brooke let out a huff of indignation as she settled herself in the shade of a dead tree. Old, stale scents filled her nose of travelers and settlers. She wondered idly if she should just use this chance to run to the ends of the earth and never come back to Hexasol, but she knew she couldn't. There was no place for her that felt right now. Without Bane, there was nothing left for her in Tempest. But she couldn't just quit. Brooke would never be seen as a weakling by running away from things like the alpha before her, Gravity.

The soft padding of footsteps nearby broke her train of thoughts, and without so much as a hello, Brooke swept her gaze over the silhouette of the dog that was approaching. It was only when Graverobber got closer that she perked up a little. What was he carrying? It seemed to be a rolled up scroll of sorts... and the bandana around his neck was making a strange clanging sound... as if there were glass bottles inside.

Strange dog,[/color] she thought. Little did she know that things were about to get even weirder than she could have first imagined. "Hello, stranger,"[/color] she called at last after mulling over if she should even speak to him. Well... anything was better than wallowing in her self-pity, right?
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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Graverobber2.png] "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial" The sun burned down into his pelt as he padded along, his head up and his ears back. His eyes were half closed and he fought the yawn that was trying to stretch over his muzzle. He'd gotten an early start, first to the cemetery and then to the middle class district on elm lane just outside of town. He was on his way home to the animal shelter when he decided to take a short cut through the plains to see if he could bag dinner of some sort, or maybe a new pelt. So as he sniffed the air through the paper map, he wagged his tail lazily behind him and then put his nose to the weedy ground. He wasn't so sure about this barren area. He preferred the dark dank moist ground of the cemetery or grassy fields of the area surrounding the animal shelter. He exhaled and lifted his head and he caught a fresh scent, a scent that didn't compare to the area around him. He glanced around and when he heard the voice he blinked and tilted his head, pinpointing it on the black creature perched under the dead tree. His tail wagged slowly behind him, his eyes lighting up as he was talked to. Someone was actually talking to him! He wagged his tail a little harder and moved towards the female, pale eyes wide as he approached. He tried to speak, realizing he still held the map between his teeth and when he got closer, he put the map down and spoke. “Hello!” he said elegantly, his voice deep. He tilted his head curiously, examining her figure. She was genetically lovely, her pelt clean and smooth, her chocolate brown eyes clear and bright but seeming to hold a sadness deep within them. Her heart was aching, and he could see it. But he would try to keep his unsociable tendencies to himself. Maybe he could make a friend.

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[atrb=background,http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g399/SmiffDemon/Brooke2.png] "Speech!" Thoughts Actions ***

The odd canine was comical, wagging his tail rather enthusiastically as he was spoken to, and trying to speak with that roll of parchment in his teeth. Normally Brooke might have pinned it on immaturity, but the stranger looked to be about her age. Well, she supposed aging was mandatory, but maturing was optional. In any case though, she wasn't terribly irritated. In fact she wasn't annoyed at all. Maybe she needed a little comedy in her life - a little light laugh and some fun sounded... perfect.

Though fun to Brooke was ripping the head off the shoulders of a cat. Okay, maybe not so much that these days, but... she just wasn't a puppy anymore. She'd been through way too much to act like that now. Except for with Bane, her deceased mate. That familiar twinge of heartache filled her for a moment, but she flicked her tail and pushed it away. Now wasn't the time for that! She'd said hi to this stranger to take her mind off of things, recirculate them in her troubled mind!

"What in the world are you carrying,"[/color] she asked, giving the other a quizzical look. She was rather intrigued though, just simply by the rolled up paper in his mouth along with that scarf full of... what was it full of? It had sounded like glass but Brooke wasn't sure. "I'm Brooke. Mistress of The Tempest Pack. I didn't expect t see anyone else about the plains. It's much too hot for most animals right now."[/color]

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