(open) look how pretty she is when she falls down

[` A v v y < 3]

Call it fate, call it bad luck, but enter the deciphress called Vokkal Destruction. Her pads thudded against the cold ground with a resoundment that could only be found in that of a Canadian dog, and her eyes held the deifance of a true stray. Her stance was rather small, and she knew this- however she also knew she had been built like a tank, enabling her to easily intimidate and destroy others. Her calculating ways did not cumber her victories either, though they were few and far between. Terrible as the browning femmora seemed, she was actually rather friendly, though cold at first. Her lonliness was evident only to those who knew her well or possessed a super-canine gift, neither of which kind she expected to find in the back of this good smelling place.

The scents that had lead her here had been traced easily to a small garbage can outside of a large steel door- she checked quickly that no one was around and began to feast. It was amazing, stupendous, absolutely endearing! It made her lose concentration, play the fool, and forget to check if anyone was coming...

[Draco]

Brute elapt upon a dumpster, watching The Femma. Wondering What she was doing, seeing how she had no t noticed him. She looked like she Ate well....................He snarled. For He washungry, bu the eyed the Femma first, Has he slid off the lid and into the dumpster he ate, a steak, Well Two. THANK YOU< his mind screamed has he hopped down onto the ground.
He sat sdown once more, growling. His doberman bod was strong and quick.

[` A v v y < 3]

Quick quick bunnyrabbit reflex, setting herself up for protection at the sounding of the ferocious growl. Elegant yet stocky lady faced the intruder with rather violent mood, her teeth bared warningly as she stood her ground. He was sittting, meaning there wasn't going to be an attack... in the next few moments, at least. She knew very well that some could be quick at getting to their feet, yet she was counting on her own speed and agility to remain safe. It was her first encounter with an American stray and she had no idea of whether or not they acted similarily to Canadian ones, though they looked the same. Her snarling vocalities rang out into the crisp night air, ebonite pools piercing through the mist into the soul of the doberman.

What do you mean by your hostilities? Speak, Sir!

Her peculiar language was rather more eleqount than would have been expected, but it didn't matter to her in the least. She had been taught well, so what? It didn't mean she was soft, or couldn't take care of herself in the cold, hard streets.

[Decay]

I've got a picture in my head, in my head. It's me and you, we are in bed, we are in bed. You've always been there when I call, when I call. You've always been there most of all, this is not Hollywood, like I understood. I've got a picture in my room, in my room. I will return there I presume, it should be soon. The greatest irony of all, shoot the wall. It's not so glamorous at all...This is not Hollywood, runaway, This is not Hollywood. When will the icicle melt? And when, when will the picture show the end? I should not have read the paper today, 'Cause a child, he was taken away. There's a place for the baby that died, And there's time for the mother who cried. And she will hold him in her arms sometime, 'Cause nine months is too long...How, how could you hurt the child? Now, does this make you satisfied? I don't know what's happ'ning to people today, When a child, he was taken away. Paws made quiet as he moved switfly 'cross the alley 'hind the resturaunt, a decaying leg of chicken clutched harshly 'tween his jowels. The crash of a metal can colliding with the harsh, cold ground. He froze in his tracks, golden orbs searching for what had caused the crash. No sign of any life, he relaxed and dropped the meat, the wonderful scent of the food already unclouding his senses as he began to eat. As his ivories tore at the meat, a scent, so soft so sweet drifted towards him, followed by a sour one. Forgetting 'bout his food, he stood. Harks pricked forward in interest as he neared two forms, one obviously a femme, the other...a brute. The brute seemed...agitated, upset about somthing. Would the brute attack? A smirk spread 'corss the warlock's maw as he neared the two. The harsh, cold words of the femmora silced the silence of the day, shattering the cold, killing the new and old. The doberman seemed convinced he was strong...well...don't act so high and mighty, you have another thing comming your way if you do. He smirked and sat a few yards from the two, his tones adressing the brute first, Surely you wouldn't think of raising a paw to a femme would you? Irony seemed to pull taunt at his words as they poured smoothly from his scarred maw. Silenced by death in the grave. Blood spilling the ground, screams of all spread 'round. Death and decay, some dying, others crying. One screaming, Sorry it ended this way!A disappointment. Oh, you shouldn't have done, You couldn't have done, You wouldn't have done the things you did then. And we could've been happy. What a piteous thing, A hideous thing was tainted by the rest, But it won't get any harder, And I hope you'll find your way again. And it won't get any higher, And it all boils down to what you did, Then...

[` A v v y < 3]

Sudden movements, all too sudden to comprehend fully at the drop of a hat but coming clearly into order a few moments later. The new brujo seemed to be cold as ice, slithering throughout the alleyway as though a mirage and not really a flesh and bone canine, though his tones were real and his smell was real... he looked real. Dessy had learned long ago not to trust her eyes, but... still. A nose couldn't go too far wrong, could it? Scenting poison, scenting humans and other canines... a fabulous tool, her nose. Really, she'd be dead without it.

But she was rambling, off in her head somewhere, not in the present where she needed to be most. A catching melody was played out over the dark back street; a haunting tune that came from the opened lox of the femmora on that icy night.

A party has been arranged here, it would seem. Come no nearer until I know of your intentions, Oh Comer In The Night. I wish not to fight with either of thee, though know if a gang beat is what ye had in mind ye shall look for some other victim tonight.

Her bared ivories were threatening, poised to sink into flesh at the slightest movement on their parts. She did not tolerate games as they seemed to be playing them. Games lead to being carefree, which led to dogcatchers which led to pounds which led to death. She knew. She'd seen her mate go to the table when she was in the Pound with him, and seen the stick they had stabbed him with. She'd smelt the death and fear surrounding her, and heard the curses which were screamed as she escaped the open door. She had escaped death row, and she did not plan to be sent to the Canine Version.

[Decay]

Gang beat? Infact...that never crossed my mind...Still...let me ask you a question, is the sky still big enough to hold all dreams possoble? I belive so...Suddenly something has happened to me. As I was having my cup of tea, Suddenly I was feeling depressed I was utterly and totally stressed Do you know you made me cry? Do you know you made me die? And the thing that gets to me. As you'll never really see And the thing that freaks me out Is I'll always be in doubt It is a lovely thing that we have It is a lovely thing that we It is a lovely thing, the animal
The animal instinct So take my hands and come with me We will change reality So take my hands and we will pray They won't take you away
They will never make me cry, no They will never make me die And the thing that gets to me Is you'll never really see And the thing that freaks me out Is I'll always be in doubt. The animal instinct in me.
That darn animal instinct...makes [us] think dosen't it? My...oh brute of the sky, what a stink you release as you sit here. His heavy head dipped slightly as the femme spoke to him. Her words still harsh, Gang war? No, I think not. I be in no gang miss, but just a brute who as gone a-stray and looking for a better way to live life. Fighting the struggle and strife that plauges our every day life as a stray. Now, here you are, happy to say, that I am ready to slay you. I think not, your accusations come wrong, your words wrong. I'm sure the brute over there has many intentions of slaying you, but I don't, not at the least. Infact, it never crossed my mind. The only thing that I thought of was castrating the brute if he hurt you. I'm just polite that way. Polite...bah, wrong, wrong, wrong. He turned his head to the side, lost deep in tought she seemed as her eyes went blank, as if she was visiting distant memories. 'Tis ok, he owns plenty of memories. No problem. He dipped his head and spoke again, his voice still cold, Pardon me, but I have a name, and it be Decay. May I ask the calling of you? My golden orbs scanned her bod, then turned to the other brute, whas he mute?
Drifting softly, Riding shadows, Let me drift away, Closing my eyes, Wandering so far, Trying to stop this slow decay, I'll never be the same again, Silence fills me, Sweet infusion, Let me start to fade away. Rising higher, And no longer, Watching myself in slow decay.I'll never be the same again.

[` A v v y < 3]

Words all too sweet for the streets, coated in sugar as thouhg the chivalry in humanity had not died out with the romantic notion that all dogs should be with a human. No, it was impossible that on first meet a dog should wont for help of another, and the icy eyed femmora knew all too well that some would not dare to question a voice as sincere as this. Dessy, however, was not such a maiden, though her fears diminished considerably as his words-cold, yet comforting- drifted towards her, and her response was batted back with a less offensive tone. It had become almost passive.....
almost.

Forgive me for wanting to keep thee at bay, Decay. I must know who I assosciate myself with afore I dare to trust them. I as well have been given a curse; it lies in the way of Vokkal Destruction, though ye may hazard to call I Dessy.

She paused, eyeing the first one carefully, though she still held part of her attention on the other and it was obvious. She would not be letting her gaurd down so easily. Her speech resumed on a more freindly note.

I be a fellow stray, cast out from the society and regarded as a nuisance. Fun, is it not, to be the rejected ones of the Two Legged? They believe themselves superior, but we dine on there fears, do we not? Come closer and share thine meal if ye dare; not too close, mind you. There is plenty for all, if all keep at a comfortabel distance.

[Decay]

Wander in the dark, wander in the shadows, wander in your mind. A nightmare, drifting just above your head, ready to feast on your fears. A nightmare that can not be shaken away by sleep. Forever to stray closer to the fears of others. If he didn't forget her his heart would explode. Yeah, there is too much love. Yeah, way too much love. The last thing he needs is to miss. The last thing they need is this.He will never regret this, never forget this. Dressed in decay, wasting away to bone. The beauty receeding from the eyes, exposing all lies. Fear and death sets in, now that the receeding skin is lieing on the floor, just adding more to the pile of dead...decaying skin. Get away, get away...run away, run away. Run away from the insanity that plauges from deep within. Get away from the sin that plays deep within. A chuckled sounded from deep within his chest, rumbleing like the thunder that split the indigo sky as it stormed, like the thunder that danced in the violet clouds that looked so proud. Fun yes, humorous, no. If you understand what I am saying. Food I need not, though I have not eaten in such a time, I shall let the femme eat first. He swung his icy gaze to the other brute as he spoke, no respectable brute should steal away a vix's meal. Then again, this brute's eyes were up in the clouds, high on power. Good luck buddy, you need to see the ground to know where you are going, you could run into a pile of Decay. Imperfection he's been told.
The positives are undersold. A gain of envy, a loss of health. Preparing to consume herself. He does not see the pulsing veins. He does not feel his own restraints. Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away. Reflections praise, he's dressed in decay. You see the struggle flood the skin. From promises to paper-thin. He turns a blind eye, will of stone. From stunning smile, to flesh and bone. He does not see the pulsing veins. He does not feel his own restraints. Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away. Reflections praise, he's dressed in decay.

[` A v v y < 3]

Oh oh oh, he was a quick one indeed, and chivalrous as she had hardly dared to believe. The tone he set for their little party was rather jovial, in a sick, twisted kind of way. She loved it. Anything that seemed off or not quite right, she was usually involved. It was her art, her masterpiece, her lifes work, her reason to be. Murder. Deciet. Suicide. Theft. Robbery. They all had stemmed from Human, and now Human was to pay back the world in grieved tears. Dessy, for one, was quite happy to help cause them.

Her own vocalities responded and rebounded off of the alley walls, creating a kind of echo only fit for a place as desolate as this.

Suit yerself, Decay. I myself have finished, and have a query on my cranium... what brings thee to a place as such? Surely ye must have yer own Alley, commandeering it and feasting from it, aye? Ye seem the Leader type, though do not consider this flattery.

[Draco]

"Draco, Be thy name"

Brute's icy orbs looke dover newcomer. YEt nothing showed, fo rhis Dark eyes just showed hatred he had not come for a fight, just for food, Yet that seemed impossibly, He jumped upon the dumpster once more. Watching For a moment befor ehe slipped in to th dumpster and came out with chicken. His glassy stare was stil hard. While he devooured is chicken. He jumped down to rejoin the conversation. A cat strode into his path snarlin gat it, the cat ran off. The Walls Loomed over him.

~MUSE IS LOW~

[Decay]

so mighty so hegemonic so hating so desecrating so there so nowhere so hurting we fall between indifference rejection and the whole f.ucking wall we fall. Christin me fuhrer nazarine. Believe in tomorrow but not today. Give me all your possessions. Make poverty your perfect home. Allow your leaders to control you. Questions are now blasphemy: Why walk when you can crawl? Stay on your knees and kiss my feet, Censorship'll stop your excess thought, Check your billboard for my tour. Listen to Luke sermon six: "And if one of the occupation troops forces you to carry his. Pack one kilometer carry it two" Be a tourist in the warzone
Interrogate scriptures and not your stinking home. That diet of bread and waters old. Now feed on alcohol drug and do what you're told. Now we'll take your number for a name. Soak mind control in christening water out of jail.Fall in love, fall in love with me...Nail a crucifix onto your soul! A smrik once again crossed his muzzle, but instead of brightening his orbs, they darkened in color, the gold turning dull as tarnished copper. Memories flooded his mind, the screams of pain and death spilled into his mind, the voices rebounding 'gainst the walls of his skull. His own voice cut in through the mayhem of his memory..."Mother?" My voice cracked far away as I looked throughtout the underbrush. What was happening? I was not scared but nervous. My nares reaching up high, low-hanging branches swiping across my soft velvets. I could feel the warm maroon liquid on my facade as it hurt to move. My bodice in a shivering state. I couldn't feel, couldn't move. I closed my opticals just a river of cold liquid managing from my pools and dripping down my facade. I slammed my vevlets into the solid ground. My razors bared as I managed to grip into the green plant. Where was my mother? I opened my pools wide trying to spot her through the bushes. She told me to hide. Why? I had heard of canines jumping out to help one another, but I would listen. I could hear words I could not understand. It was confusing, yet I could hear my pack's screams louder. After each scream it grew quiet and all I could hear was the soft thud against cold ground. Yet their battle cries continued. The silence leaving me breathless. I could see my mother. She had crimson liquid over her bod, tiara, and pretty much everywhere. It scared me to think she wouldn't come back. I scrunched up into a tight ball hiding my crown, just barely able to see what was happening. I was a young young pup. Not older then six months. I knew not what to do. I was told I would be a knight and fight, yet the others told my mother to stay with me, she refused simply saying 'it is my job to keep this place safe.' She did exactly that. I didn't understand why just hours earlier we enjoyed a quiet time; my mom sleeping amongst the emeralds and me suckling for the warm white liquid that crossed my facade. My ebon and tan pelt light, because the summer sun was above us. We enjoyed and passed smile, now I laid scared of what to happen. I was usually strong, but seeing my mother in a dying-looking state killed me. I heard another thud; gasps among my herd. My crown raising faster then light. My heart beating faster and faster. As I peaked through the brush everything was silent and it was empty. I saw nothing there. Well that is except that coloring I saw every morning. There lay my mother; quiet, peaceful, still, and a bloody rag. A smile was plastered to her maw. She looked so peaceful; yet I grew scared. My bottom lip quivered as I thought my heart stopped beating. I sprung up and just as I took a gallop stride towards my mother I felt a pain along my coat, a shiver down my spine; and soon enough my world went black. Funn how in your worst time, you relive the worst memory of your life? How exactly had this converastion sparked that memory? He shook his thick crown and looked at the femme, his voice colder than it was 'fore, I do own an alley. And, I wouldn't take it as flattery in any way. Flattery dosen't win wars, so how should it win the heart of one? Think about this one, then talk to me. He then turned to Draco, still not taking a liking to the brute, no matter how hard he tried.

[Draco]

The other brute just stared has the others talked.
Don't you ever ownder about What It is like to be buters, for No one cares, no one understands. burned alive, then Follow Me I'll show you. Do You ever wader what is like to be cut by a knife. Do you ever wonder? do You ever wonder who I am, What my life is like, how Im alive, yet not living. Why a scar run's down my muzzle, while He// lives within me. THe Devil breath's the hot firey breath on my neck. I come face to face with the deamon every minute is he// for me until Im dead. For now nothing Mattters no one under stands. do You Ever Wonder? I never Do, There is Now such thin has Life, just the fire that dances below, is where im to go.

[` A v v y < 3]

Aha.
A poetic dog, a quick canine, an intelligent mascu. Few things she'd thought she'd ever find, and yet they had ambled into her life not five minutes ago in the form of a large german shepherd. Interesting. She might have spent more time on an analysis of the brute had time not been of the essence, yet it was fatally important that she assret herself in this alleyway as a free-minded and strong-willed individual, not just a claiming dog.

Vocalities. Strange things they were, bringing destruction and calming seas as easily as though they had as much power as the wind they floated on. In truth they did, for without them, what would the world run on? cents- wonderful things, but not quite powerful enough. Vocalities were what she needed, and what she spewed.

It shan't, shan't ever hope to either, though some fools are as vain as to be tricked into thinking flattery and compliments are the same thing. This shouldn't become a problem if those fools would seperate flattery from submission. Draco, eh? Pleased to make the acquaintance, I'm sure, though your behaviour leaves somewhat to be desired, and I would ask thee not to be too forward in thy's movements.

[Draco]

YEt the wondering goes on and on,
'til the breath taking moment,
and everything goes silent. Until then I shall deal with he//. For that is my home and where I live, and always will.
His orbs drew away has he decided that he should soon, leave. or should he?............

[` A v v y < 3]

OOC::::

shalt let Decay posteth before I do -scuttles off to post on some other sites-

[Decay]

Your ground is deep, my greed is deeper. I can see everything...nothing's between us, you will see through my eyes. I will see through your veins, don't you wanna listen what the cause is. You hate!! Too late!! Awake!! Take me to the end of it. Rage I feel ashamed now 'cos I can see deep in me nothing. you've hurt me twice, you've shared it, ignored my pain.
I'm scared of it. You will walk into my life and I'll promise you the same, don't you wanna listen what your love is I do believe
my greed is deeper than your love. Aha. Now you see my point? But, still, isn't it hope that brings the wars to a close? Hope...isn't it what makes the soldiers fight more and more each day? In hope that some day, the wars will end, or the rules will bend and end the war? Let me ask you a question...what comes to your mind when I speak the word hope? Don't bother answering that. What a tangled web we weave. So thick that no light, excuse me, hope will shine? Think about that one.

[` A v v y < 3]

She realised, becoming rather startled with the newfound knowledge, that she truly enjoyed conversing with this thought-invoking canine calling himself Decay. Sure enough he was the most intelligent dog she had met in a long time; perhaps since she had hopped the truck in Toronto and come down here to New York, to go somewhere 'warm'. Certainly it was not anything like the place Florida she'd heard about before, but it was much better than winter in Ontario's capital city. No polar bears, but the snow was horrendous and it got all slushy and muddy... yuck. Talk about cold.

Her response was rather clipped, for she had other things on her mind. It almost saddened her to give such a short reply to the langouriously thought out parapgraph he had reciprated her with, but then again, all things in life were NOT created equal, and so it goes with conversation.

Indeed. Thine alleyway, sir, what be it called? Perhpas I have passed through afore today...

[Decay]

OOC|| No muse...crappy post comming...>.<

BiC||
He looked at the femme, his head turned to the side slightly, Betrayal alley is thine domain, prehaps you would be interestedin comming back to my home with me?

[` A v v y < 3]

An invitation, yes; but to what? Would she like what she saw in his home, or would she despair at the life she had signed up for? Would he turn into something else, some monstrous being, or would he become warmer to her, giving her the affection she craved but dared not ask for? Questions; billions of millions of questions floated inside of her head, and they were not easily answered by the will of her mind alone. Indeed, he could answer them easily, though if she swamped him with them surely he would run away. She knew she would. Instead, slowly she would reveal the answers, noly asking the imperatives and learning the rest from small actions on his part. Slowly. Slowly the lady rose, extending her pillars to move her physique towards the mascu called Decay. Slowly she lowered herself to sit again, to sit in front of him, almost touching. Slowly thoughts became words, and words became sentences. Slowly, ever so slowly, Vokkal Destruction learned to trust the dog Decay.

You invite me to your home; but I wonder for how long? A day, an hour, a lifetime? Questions are inside of me Decay; and though I think I may be able to put my faith in thee, I fear. Yes, I fear you, for I cannot help it. Are there others? Will I be forgotten simply because I have been 'conquered' if I return with you to your alleyway? Troublesome questions; though they reign over my soul for the time being. If you care to answer them, do so; if not then I am afraid I cannot come with thee.

[Decay]

A smile warmed his lips as she spoke, her fears pouring forth from her vocals. He shook his head and nudged her slightly, A lifetime in my home is all I ask. I have grown attatched to you, more attatched than any other fea I have crossed. I have no others in my home, I am alone, the alley sounds with echos and night when it just me my self and I. Come with me, back to my home, such protection I promise from the dangers that prowl outside in this world. Come with me this is an invitation for life from Decay to Vokkal Destruction. He eyed her, she was a fine thing, orbs following every dip and turn in her bod, every twist and turn. All the way to 'er snout. She was more than any could have wanted. He stiffened slightly, expecting a denial attack from Draco, he would be ready to meet it with tooth and claw, not about to lose the vix to another like him he would not.