Posts by powerblackwolf

"Hmmmm..." He said, "i have a gang? INTERESTING! Ive always wanted a -gang-" his words were quick, an happy. His voice light, scrapped of any sarcasm.. except 'gang', the last woke spoke. It was emphasized, brought on far. "I wonder what that would be like." He raised his ears up, perked, as he swiveled his head back in a soft, faded, faint; hidden smirk. "What a false accusation, boy. I would watch your fiancé, before she breaks down even more.." He smirked a bit more, and nodded his head. "Dont mind me, just a curious dog in the way.." He eyed the -couple.-

Babushka was too busy mourning to care about the dog, sad, and corrupted. Why couldnt it of been her? Lying dead on the cold grass, like anyone wanted her here. She belonged no where. This dog had somewhere, somewhere huge to go. Her nose now soaked in red, she pulled it lightly from his neck. "Owe.."

Babushka raised her head slightly, and then put her head against Axels' chest. She was sobbing less, and she tried to get away from the scene, so she began to pull away from him and head North- the opposite direction.

She turned to face him for a moment, "Yes please.."

The dog then yelped behind them, "can i come?" He sounded rather despite..

The dog raised an eyebrow, "why so? How can someone be so kind to one mutt, and then so horrible to another? You barely know me. Chance, perhaps?" He grumbled, "but hey; whatever you say.." He began to turn, tail to him.

Babushka raised her ears a bit, looking over to the carefully held dog. He stood up straight, looking rather twice the size of most dogs his age, and breed. Her eyes lined up his strong-looking paws, his legs, his puffy chest, to his almost unprofessional bearded smirk. But, he almost didnt look wrongful, just a few scars and bruises on that old heart; and skin. Her bright blue eyes dashed, dragged roughly away from the strong-looking canine, to Axel, whose expression was lined with worry; edged in' pierced with some sort of sudden depression. She smiled softly up at him, and took one more moment to look at the, perhaps, brute. She turned brightly to Axel, her thoughts on the canine almost final. The words, that might just mean more then anything; they slip off her tongue like festivals.
"Come on, Axel. Dont have floccinaucinihilipilification. Give thee dog a chance!"

floccinaucinihilipilification == https://www.google.com/#q=floccinaucinihilipilification C: yes. Yes it is. hehe.)
-

The dog sprang up, "I will not let you down," he almost sounded hiss. Red swished his tail as he drew closer, light on his paws as he went. His maw spread in a faint smirk, that seemed to be stained to his face.

Babushka began to go, leading them through the bushes down a windy path. Half way there, she began to speak: "so, Axel:" she stated, while Red was staggering a bit behind, wearily of his surroundings; and out of ear-shot. "Do; you have any idea why you distrust him so much?" She points her nose towards Red.

Babushka raised her ears a bit, tilting her head. As she trotted along the pretty pass, down the isle - way, that had been tinted to look like a path in a forest. "Well; attitude isnt something to be judg-y of." She smiles, and then bumps into something: a rock. She blinks oddly, and then turns to face the rock and she points at it, "oh, ive been here before." She looks it up and down, before continuing.

Behind them, Red seems lost in his own thoughts. Even thought he glares at thee two.

Red was now out of his day dreaming state, and looked at the mourning dog. His mother, whom he never really knew, had banished him from his home at birth. All he could remember in his memory of the female, was a blur of beautiful white fur, but a wicked smile. He shook his head from the disgusting thought. He looked down at his scarred chest, and saw the only thing his mother gave him. The long line of a scar, running from his chest to his cheek. He snorted, looking at the rather excited mutt. He forced negative thoughts, ones' of repel. You need not your mother to be happy. Stop mourning. Thus, he could only never truly understand; he was not crying for he missed happiness, he knew happiness behind not knowing his mother, but he could not understand that he simply misses one he knew all his life.
Red snorted upset, and began to turn to face the other direction. Dragging his tail loosely, against the rough, hard, ground the male snorted in dismay. Uneducated on the little things that spice up life, one being love, which makes the respect he gets rich. Instead, that respect, seems rather raw in any situation.

Babushka watched as Axel ran up to thee tombstone, and cocked her head to get a better view. There was no engraving on the stone, and thus, she could only guess. She gently stepped away, out of view, and soon came back with a big, white, flower. She came back, and placed thee flower next to the stone. She raised her head, and howled a beautiful song, one of discourage, and loss. She then rubbed her head lightly against Axels' shoulder, to try to comfort the brokenhearted male.

She licked his head lightly. "Aye, i can understand, do you need some time here alone?"

-EEEEEEP, SHORT. D:

Babushka stared down at him and smiled, "should we continue now-?" She asked, raising her maw up to look at the sky -line. It was getting late, and they should find somewhere to rest..

Babushka lowered her snout to lick the top of his head lightly with a rough, dry tongue. She looked up a bit, to see Red pacing around and chattering to himself a bit aways'. She perked her ears, trying to get a better hear to the brute, who could simply be heard. She looked back at sniffling Axel, and gently pulled away. Wagging her tail in a playing motion, she nipped lightly at his ear before running over to Red, poking him in the side before flying over him in a large leap: and then running south.

YAYYYYY

Thank you C:

its okay, I wont write much here any who- goodness, this week!
-
Babushka padded along, looking behind to see Red stalking with his head lowered, behind them both. Unhappy soul; he'd be. So thus, they followed along, to see a big cave...

Thats fine C: )
-
"Manju" she said, "the cave in which i grew up in."

SHORTTTTTTTTT

Babushka raised her maw a bit, and smiled. "Not just me," she said, sniffling a bit in the air, "follow along, Axel; Red." She said, beginning to walk upon the grass, into the cave. Her claws tapped softly on the stone ground, as she trotted gently into the cave. Cracking her maw open slightly she spoke light, "Vlad?"

And then a dog poked his head out of the entrancement of the shadows, whom must be Vlad.

Before Babushka could answer, and simply cracked her maw in some sort of questioning way, Vlad spoke up. His voice was deep, and crispy, and giving away he was much older then Babushka, and Axel. "No, sire." He chuckled, but it broke into a cough. "I simply inhabit here." He didnt say much more, but cough. He sat, perking his ears. "Come on', young'in, i love Q & A's."

42801

That shift, thee unsettling change of nature that ive just witnessed, a shift of balance: making me feel like the world just turned upside down, and now were all falling. Yet, it seems the world still moves, the trees still grow tall in this plain, and my young, three children roam the forest, tumbling over each other. I hope someone else feels these chills, the ominous work of mother nature, as she tries to fool us. Something is happening here, yet, I feel I am left alone in a new world - a world in which I suddenly leaped into, without second thoughts. I need to take these three children else where. Across Death Valley. Who says they'll make it? I'm weak, old. My last three, you three. Hope, I can only do, you will grow strong, and stay healthy. Live, grow. Be thee best of many. Stay. Together.

Why is my mother staring into the mist like that? Can she not tell we need to go. Her sudden annoyance of nature, It reckons with me. I cannot play her mood, for somehow, I feel the shift. The shift- telling me of difference. My mother, shes changed suddenly. Her happy go skippy mood torn from the earth, as she now stares blank. She tells us we need to go- telling me, something is all wrong. Ive never seen a threat, but my mothers wandering eyes says: the world has one. One, who could whip my existence. How do I know this? My mind somehow a spinning record, playing over with these thoughts. I'm here, for now. My brother, my sister, live, stay. Who knows how long we could survive. I know my mother. We need to be the best of many. Stay. Together.

He is beginning to worry me. My younger brother stumbles behind me, as he has weakened his leg. Will he be one who falls behind? My mother tells us stories, stories of triumph. She promises us protection, but according to my old brother, who only stares off, and does not play - something is out there. Coming to get us younger creatures, to whip us from the planet. Why do I feel he is suddenly so correct? The sky remains blue, the sun is forever a shining light. Why do I find this insanity drive? Thee feeling of incorrectness, something is happening. I can feel the soft, angry, sudden grumble. Mother nature has made a devious plan, has she not? The grass changes direction with a soft wind, I feel it too. Why, can we not feel it together? We need to be the best of many. Stay. Together.

What is with mom today? My sister, older brother- they stare at her with concerning eyes. Can they not feel the other eyes that watch around? Those weird, skinny creatures in the trees, the rough, grumble of the ground beneath me. That huge creature, now stumping his way close... How do they not see it? And now, why am I the only one here? Alone. I am not the best of many. I am the best of a few. I will not stay. Not, ever. Not together... Alone. And running for my life.

There was a soft shift of movement within the trees. And then a larger one to follow it. Pteranodon, burst out of the top of the trees in a fury of color, and flaps, and calling sounds- when one, two, three, huge trees were bulled over by a massive beast coming in the small creature's, yours, of direction. Gallimimus ran fast out of the bushes, trying hard to get away. A unlucky straggler was soon picked up by the large beast, you could recognize as the fearless Allosaurus, who had been one to dwell in these lands. The large theropod up-turned his large maw, and practically swallowed the Gallimimus. Moving through, and bursting into the plains, where herbivores dwell, and now called out in a panic, as they ran the other way.
However, the huge Allosaurus was quick, and moved towards you, quick, and able. He had a large flame that flickered in his eye, a hungry one. When he turned lightly, you could see long scars running down his sides, to show he has been a fighter for all his life. And angry soul, perhaps. His long, slippery tongue, sliding out of the side of his mouth, and spun in a dance between his yellowed teeth, laced with the sick redness of many unlucky souls who have been considered, his victim. Hungry, he moved close, and tried to scoop you up with his mouth, but was stopped dead in his tracks, mouth widened. He blinked his soft red eyes, and moved back.

When you look back, you see another creature, somehow behind you without you noticing. He is a smaller dinosaur of the Allosaurus, thought, smaller then most of his kind at that. A large, black and grey, Carcharodontosaurus stands behind you, and snorts at the large Allosaurus, who makes a funny face at the, rather scrawny, figure.