Post by Blkd-Tastic on Apr 11, 2010 22:26:41 GMT -5
We Find Ourselves In a World We Never Understood
The big, imposing wolf-dog stared down his adversary. His stance was long, stiff with purpose. He had not chosen leadership, not was he suited for it, but the outcasts he had somehow gathered into a pack could be lead by no other.
His adversary shivered, he respected this, but had risen in the rank non-the-less and now came to face the Leader, as he was called among his brethren. The Leader could have struck fear and corruption in even the bravest, truest hearted dog. The challenger lowered himself into a crouch, baring his teeth, his golden amber eyes flashing with power. The second presence within his head threw a mad laugh into his thoughts to spice up the drama of the moment as the two faced each other. The Leader was the first to pounce. His blind blue gaze seemed to miss nothing as he spun and turned as the smaller, golden eyed mutt dodged his attack.
The both spun to face again, this time wasting no time with dominance game as they met mid-air. Each slashed and snapped at each other's flesh, so closely matched that one knew the other's move second before he made it. They broke apart again, trotting in a quick circle, surveying each other.
Brutality and pure force were obviously not going to do it for either of them; it was now a battle of wits.
They raced through the streets, dodging and darting, trying to outsmart each other. Soon, however, they came to the edge of the town, where the creeping mists and soggy earth came to dominate the landscape, and it became a battle of sorcery. The challenger's eyes burned with an inward fire, seething bright amber in the gathering night. He had a will to live, strength and speed on his side. But the Leader had the loyalty of the swamp, and knew how to use the other's disadvantage of not being on home ground against him.
They played and toyed with each other as they circled ever deeper into the swamp. Each implied his knowledge of haunting, though they learned this did little good. Finally they came to the very center of the swamp. Deep, ancient thickets hindered their movements; the old terrestrial magic residing here wavered in it's loyalties, preferring to lay back and watch the clash of the two titans.
A clearing presented itself; they broke into it gratefully, spinning to face each other for a third time. The blue-eyed leader pounced, catchign his challenger off guard, barreling him to the ground. The last thing the dog saw was the other's formidible set of canines lunging for his throut.
"WAKE UP!" Said a voice, echoing in the fading swamp around him.
Black woke with a start, Bartemiuous's howling ringing in his thoughts.
"WAKE UP! DAMNIT!" The voice repeated. Black blinked awake, golden light filtering in through an emerald green canopy above him.
It was just a dream? He thought, stunned.
"Of coarse it was, idiot." Bartemious said.
Always another way... The Black Dog
Black woke with a start, the sound of the other's snarls still ringing in his ears. He curled into a tight ball, refusing to open his eyes to the blackness he knew he'd find. A lingering winter wind made him shudder as it drifted determinedly by. He didn't understand what he'd just seen, he couldn't even comprehend it as a dream. Madness took his mind, a snarl spread across his face as he drew into an even tighter ball; shutting out the world.
The big, imposing wolf-dog stared down his adversary. His stance was long, stiff with purpose. He had not chosen leadership, not was he suited for it, but the outcasts he had somehow gathered into a pack could be lead by no other.
His adversary shivered, he respected this, but had risen in the rank non-the-less and now came to face the Leader, as he was called among his brethren. The Leader could have struck fear and corruption in even the bravest, truest hearted dog. The challenger lowered himself into a crouch, baring his teeth, his golden amber eyes flashing with power. The second presence within his head threw a mad laugh into his thoughts to spice up the drama of the moment as the two faced each other. The Leader was the first to pounce. His blind blue gaze seemed to miss nothing as he spun and turned as the smaller, golden eyed mutt dodged his attack.
The both spun to face again, this time wasting no time with dominance game as they met mid-air. Each slashed and snapped at each other's flesh, so closely matched that one knew the other's move second before he made it. They broke apart again, trotting in a quick circle, surveying each other.
Brutality and pure force were obviously not going to do it for either of them; it was now a battle of wits.
They raced through the streets, dodging and darting, trying to outsmart each other. Soon, however, they came to the edge of the town, where the creeping mists and soggy earth came to dominate the landscape, and it became a battle of sorcery. The challenger's eyes burned with an inward fire, seething bright amber in the gathering night. He had a will to live, strength and speed on his side. But the Leader had the loyalty of the swamp, and knew how to use the other's disadvantage of not being on home ground against him.
They played and toyed with each other as they circled ever deeper into the swamp. Each implied his knowledge of haunting, though they learned this did little good. Finally they came to the very center of the swamp. Deep, ancient thickets hindered their movements; the old terrestrial magic residing here wavered in it's loyalties, preferring to lay back and watch the clash of the two titans.
A clearing presented itself; they broke into it gratefully, spinning to face each other for a third time. The blue-eyed leader pounced, catchign his challenger off guard, barreling him to the ground. The last thing the dog saw was the other's formidible set of canines lunging for his throut.
"WAKE UP!" Said a voice, echoing in the fading swamp around him.
Black woke with a start, Bartemiuous's howling ringing in his thoughts.
"WAKE UP! DAMNIT!" The voice repeated. Black blinked awake, golden light filtering in through an emerald green canopy above him.
It was just a dream? He thought, stunned.
"Of coarse it was, idiot." Bartemious said.
Always another way... The Black Dog
Black woke with a start, the sound of the other's snarls still ringing in his ears. He curled into a tight ball, refusing to open his eyes to the blackness he knew he'd find. A lingering winter wind made him shudder as it drifted determinedly by. He didn't understand what he'd just seen, he couldn't even comprehend it as a dream. Madness took his mind, a snarl spread across his face as he drew into an even tighter ball; shutting out the world.
