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Post by Coldfire on May 7, 2011 16:25:42 GMT -5
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Tired paws shuffled through the streets of Harlem, careful enough to raise high enough to avoid scratching her pads on the rough pavement, but not as high as normal. Her pace was slow, her fur hardly shifting and flowing with the motion as it did while she ran. It wasn't long enough to bounce like a collie's, but it was still long enough to shift. Her deep brown eyes shifted to turn her gaze, looking back and forth, hoping to catch a glimpse of a matted, brown coat. Not just any one, of course. There was a particular one she looked for, one she hadn't seen in far too long. She'd been searching for days, though, and she doubted she'd get lucky now, though she still hoped and dreamed.
There was a soft, partially defeated sigh as her head, usually held high with a regal sort of pride, drooped down a bit lower, her mind falling back into fantasy. It was just so much better than reality. After all, in fantasy, Kyp came around the corner. He came around the corner and he never left her side again, and he would apologize profusely for doing so, say it was a mistake. In her mind, they'd live happily ever after. But, then, of course, reality was never a fairytale, and she was stuck alone, searching for him but finding nothing, just like before. Just like every time she had tried over the years. But, like she always did when she daydreamed, she let her guard down again, stopped paying attention to anything around her. Probably a bad idea.
--- ewewewew it's terrible and i'm very, very sorry. It started good and then died a very quick and very painful death. >.< ---
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Post by Coldfire on May 8, 2011 14:05:38 GMT -5
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Yes, she certainly shouldn't have left her guard down as much as she had, for next she knew, there was something crashing into her side and sending her roughly to the ground. A yelp escaped as the situation finally drew a reaction, hardly delayed at all, but still partially so since no one could react immediately. The message had to reach the brain first, and be processed, before anything could happen. She could feel the little rocks that managed to get through her hair digging into her side and she winced, scrambling back up to her feet. There was a soft whimper as she went to shake the rocks out of her coat, feeling the bruising. She'd expected it as soon as she had hit the ground, of course, and she'd be fine. She'd been through worse in her time on the streets.
Her mind then darted to figuring out what had hit her; and it turned out to not be a what at all, but a who. A currently nameless dog, who appeared quite honestly petrified. Her first reaction was to glance to the direction from which he'd come, to make sure there was nothing, or no one, dangerous coming. And there really wasn't, from what she could tell, so she looked back to him, not even looking mad. It had been her fault too, after all, for not paying attention enough to hear, smell or see him coming. Not to mention, she was curious as to what had sent him running, considering nothing seemed to be coming out after him. So, she asked the obvious question.
Are you alright?
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Post by Coldfire on May 8, 2011 16:01:01 GMT -5
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She flinched back, paws not moving but body shifting backwards and away, nose tipping down as her head drew in and she blinked in startled surprise at his reaction. Surely she couldn't have offended him so easily? Or done something wrong? She hadn't done anything! Her eyes widened, hurt to have been responded to with such a violent sort of reaction. But she wasn't the type to run, even when she should. So, instead, she replied.
Renette - Ren.
Her voice wavered a bit, though she didn't stutter or stumble over her words. She may live on the streets, but she'd never been a fighter in any sense of the word. She rarely fought with words or teeth. If need be, she would, of course. She wouldn't just lay down and let another beat her up, but she wasn't about to start anything. Persistent, she asked again, softly.
Are you alright?
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Post by Coldfire on May 12, 2011 13:27:36 GMT -5
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She spotted the surprise, realized that, for some reason, he expected something different from her. How different, she didn't know, nor did she think she ever would. She figured that would be that; she'd passed some sort of small test and he'd settle now, or walk away, or something. Hopefully, she'd get an answer. She wouldn't follow if he did leave, but she did hope for that much. Just one word, "fine," that would be good enough to satisfy her.
But she didn't get that at all. Instead, he set back to snarling and snapping at her. Almost fearfully, she didn't move, or flinch. Her thoughts wandered to Kyp, her knight in shining armor. The prince who saved her every time she ended up in danger, whether she expected him or not. He wouldn't fail her this time, either, she was sure. Perhaps she'd find him today after all. Maybe, just maybe, he'd show up and save the day again. But as much as she strained her ears, she heard no sounds other than that of the wind and this dog before her. She managed to hide the disappointment, or she was pretty sure she did anyway, before she replied, voice soft, getting steadier with every word. If he wanted to, he could have killed her by now, she was sure. She was small, after all. She hoped that meant he was just trying to scare her, that he wouldn't actually hurt her, because for once her prince showed no signs of appearing.
Why not?
Her reply was simple, just two words, but it didn't need more than that. Not to her. It was a powerful debate, something reminiscent of Hamlet's to be or not to be. There was no right answer, nothing concrete. It changed for each and every creature, the reasons why one would help or care and why one would not. In truth, there were many who had no answer at all. They just shrugged and said "because," as she almost had. It was simply one of those traits that became innate, that one could have been born with or shaped to be throughout their life. She was one of those, or at least, she was pretty sure she was, for she had no better answer to his question.
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