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Post by +Hadley+ on Jul 15, 2014 13:37:35 GMT
She made no sounds as she passed graves and walked through them;she was nothing anymore. Just a shadow that humans and canines alike have named to be as a ghost;someone dead but not dead. Someone who had died yet they remained on earth. With her long black/brown coated tail swishing behind her, the small wolf dog gave a long sigh which scared away from ravens that perched themselves on a grave, staring at her with those beady eyes of theirs before they slowly flew back down once the ghost had made no move to leap at them. Wailing slightly just to add to the dramatic affect, Avery lifted her head up and howled loudly;the birds arose into the sky and it almost looked as if they were dancing until she song ended and she was alone once more;although this was a cemetery, not many of her kind would join her to rot. Other ghosts usually wandered around other places that weren't so...depressing.
While she had began to stretch, Avery let out another sigh. She was always alone. If didn't matter how many loves she had;she was alone and slowly driving herself insane. While she had presented herself as a gentle soul to many, Avery was actually a bit foul;she was love crazed. She needed someone;anyone. It wasn't her fault, however! Avery had died before she could fall in love, have a heart break, have a family with someone she'd call her mate. She died before any of that could take place and now she needed it;she had to have it and when she finally did get some poor soul into her web of lies, she loved them to the point where, well, they to were driven a bit over the edge;when she'd let them go those dogs would always be paranoid that she was watching them;that she'd get them again. While finally sitting back on her haunches, Avery closed her eyes with yet another sigh, clearly sad and lonesome.
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Post by Quirky Tea on Jul 15, 2014 14:02:20 GMT
Nightfall had rendered Elliot intangible again. When the sun set and the moon’s glare was upon him, he fought to remain solid. But, as always, he surrendered. And, as always, he imagined what it would be like to escape this fate.
His body was incorporeal. It gave him more freedom than a body subject to the laws of physics, but he could never revel in this form. Perhaps, for a few hours, he could wander tentatively; looking over his shoulder and hoping that, this time, it wouldn’t all go to hell.
The streetlamps in town would flicker and dim. Darkness would follow him. The lights of a car would glare on and he could hear the rumble of their engines, like the thunder of a beast’s breathing. Shut your eyes, shut your ears. The mantra sang in his skull as he tried desperately to keep from panicking.
He followed the path of least resistance. He flowed where his phantom curse had the least effect. He followed the dark roads. He moved where the residential areas were thinned out. And he found himself in a cemetery.
The moon was full enough that its cool light illuminated the cemetery. Elliot, a dog who in the daytime was street-smart and devil-may-care, had been reduced to a paranoid mess as he entered the graveyard. The solemn stones marked the dead. And somehow, that brought him chilly relief—enough to let loose a great sigh.
Then, a wailing howl rose over the gravestones and, of course, Elliot’s body went rigid again. He succumbed to hyper-vigilance, looking everywhere and trying to find the threat. He backed up, through a headstone, and curled in on himself.
Then, he heard a sigh, like the echo of his. Emboldened with the realization that he might not be alone tonight, he let out a wavering, “Hello? Is anyone there?”
Slowly, he unfolded himself, and hoped and prayed that whatever was out there wasn’t coaxing him to another night of terrors.
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Post by +Hadley+ on Jul 15, 2014 14:30:39 GMT
While she stared up and at the obsidian sky, Avery wondered if there was really something else up there;another world, perhaps. The world where a very holy dog named Eva had been blabbering about one time to a small blind pup;they hadn't seen Avery, of course, seeing how she hid behind a dumpster but she knew Eva had felt her presence;it was almost like the poodle was speaking to Avery directly though she made no move to prove this to the mixed breed. As she had been listening, Avery had gotten completely pissed off. She had told herself that there was nothing left once you died;that you died and you either faded away or you got a fate worse then death;you were stuck here to rot forever while the ones you love grow old and you just stay the same. Now, she was alone in the dark place, surrounded by dead-dead people who were buried six feet under as she thought about this;maybe? No. She told herself, her lips pulling back only slightly as she growled. There was no hope for her like there was no hope for anyone else;this was her world now;a world of nothing.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” The hell? In a second, the small female was on her feet and spun around, glaring across the cemetery. She was supposed to be alone yet someone seemed to have stumbled into her lair. Slowly did her legs begin to move as she followed that sound, walking along the cold damp grass somewhat gracefully;now that she was dead, everything she did was elegant in a creepy way. She was creepy. And she loved it. As she crept closer, Avery found herself staring up, literally seeing how she was on the short side, at a tall dog who seemed to be a bit..Skittish, perhaps? While she found herself smirking a bit flirtatiously, the ghost female quickly circled the male, taking him all in at once before she went back to his face and stared at the creature. "You look somewhat adrift. Are you alright?"
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Post by Quirky Tea on Jul 15, 2014 14:53:50 GMT
The sight of the wolfdog immediately brought relief to Elliot. At first, he was afraid she was a hallucination that came to lead him into his personal hell, but the hallucinations never were physical, only auditory. They were always the quiet whisper of the leaves. Elliot. Calling him. The wind between the buildings in the city, calling him. And though he knew it was a trick, he couldn’t help but succumb to the summons. Sometimes they spoke more than his name, asking him for the retribution of his sins. But this time, it was just a female, a female smaller than he, and she circled him.
“You look somewhat adrift. Are you alright?”
He knew that he wasn’t in his best form at the moment and lamented that such a pretty female would find him so lost here, still hot with the panic that filled him up only a few minutes prior. Elliot tried his best to stand strong, to lift his tail from its spot clamped between his legs. He managed to produce some facsimile of courage, of ‘you must have been, mistaken dear, because I look fine, don’t I? ' But he couldn’t complete the illusion.
A particularly observant dog could see his legs were still tense and the muscles trembled and his tail was as still as the dead in their graves with the effort it took to keep it up. “I’m fine; I’m fine,” he said, but it came out too rushed that he knew she would catch the lie. No matter how charismatic Elliot was, no matter how good an actor he could be, nobody could ever erase the effects of such recent terror.
He sighed. He tried to bring his mind back to its familiar paradigm—What would make a good story?—to salvage this introduction. A good story would have himself, the hero, break down in front of a stranger and reveal his weakness. What came next would make a good story, no matter the outcome. He tried to discern what sort of character this female would end up being—the treacherous vixen who would take advantage of him or the good Samaritan who only wanted to help and became a good friend. However, his mind was still too frazzled to deduce who this wolfdog could be.
And, in an attempt to gain at least one more clue, he said, “No, I guess I’m not okay.”
Her reaction would start the dance. And already, he felt himself calming just a little more to regain some control, to dictate his story as he saw fit. Perhaps it was because, should she answer favorably, he knew he would finally, as he loved, tell a story.
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Post by +Hadley+ on Jul 15, 2014 19:41:28 GMT
He was off, she noted with her curious eyes still eyeing him;yes, he really did seem adrift;lost in his thoughts as he contemplated this and contemplated that;she wondered what was going on inside the head of his, what his brain was working on when he responded with rushed words. He had claimed that he was alright but Avery wasn't entirely sure;when she had first approached the male, she could see how nervous he was;was it something else that bothered him or was this simply her affect on the male? Both ideas caused the female to frown slightly as she drifted away into her own thoughts but the strange male had brought her back. “No, I guess I’m not okay.” Avery laughed her crazed laugh as her gaze searched his, giggling. "Aha, so you confess!" She commented with another giggle before she settled herself down and went back to frowning;besides, there wasn't much to smile about. The male was strange in a wonderful way and Avery wasn't sure how she could get him to love her, if that was even possible.
"I don't think anyone is okay anymore. The world is full of sin and people who'd rather risk other dogs lives just to create something greater." She hissed mournfully, upset obviously;those humans had tested on her day and night, feeding her and grooming her but that wasn't what she wanted;she wanted to go home where her siblings were and her parents would be teaching them about the world. Those humans wanted to create a warrior who could fight off those canines who wished to wipe them out but instead they created nothing;they took a life by being so stupid. They took her life and she could never forgive them;Avery didn't forgive easily. In fact, she didn't forgive. What those humans did to her was wrong! And it wasn't just her, either! There were multiple dogs who had to go through the exact same thing! Sighing again, she made sure to draw this one out as she ran her pink tongue around her teeth, flicking her tail.
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Post by Quirky Tea on Jul 16, 2014 18:57:49 GMT
“Aha, so you confess!” She had laughed and Elliot chose to believe it was all in good nature. Confession. It was what he was opting for in the end. And, in the end, if this ere a story, it would provide a convenient segue into his dialogue. In his own reflection onto how to best begin his yarn, she interrupted his words when they were halfway between his brain and his mouth.
“I don’t think anyone is okay anymore…” Her words were bitter and sad. The collie mix pricked his ears, interested. While you couldn’t trust every creature to follow the plot in your head, you could always count on them to volunteer some intrigue. Her words were interesting.
Forgetting his story, for now, he chose to try to coax hers out. His terror was still making his heart faster than usual, but focusing on his interaction with this female was giving him a fine distraction. She was attractive enough, a pretty little thing with wild blood coursing through her veins. Definitely a potential romantic interest if you’d go by appearance alone.
Her words weren’t false, by his experience. Every night he lived a hell. It was either the ghosts of his past chasing him or waiting for them to chase him. The waiting was the worst because he’d wait a whole night and nothing would come. He could weave a tale about that alone.
“Yes, it’s true. Sinners live in this world of shit. The innocent ones are simply the ones who get taken advantage of.” He wondered to himself whether he was a sinner or an innocent. But quickly pushed the thought away. Of course I’m an innocent. What wrongs have I committed?
“What happened to you?” he asked. His green eyes were soulful and glowed slightly in the dim light. He hoped that she’d share the juicy morsel. Then hers could be a part of his story.
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Post by +Hadley+ on Jul 17, 2014 20:57:15 GMT
Avery felt her nostrils flare as she glanced around;she felt like she was the queen of this cemetery, and while the male had began to speak, she found herself day dreaming about chasing humans and other canines out of her land. Turning her attention back to the male, Avery felt herself giggling a bit more;she was going insane! Everything seemed funny to the small female! "I was an innocent one, once. But I finally turned around and attacked! So maybe I'm a sinner..." Giggling some more, Avery batted her eyelashes innocently like despite the look in her eyes;it was as if she could kill anyone and everyone without remorse. Sitting back now, the female gave a cough before she eyed him carefully. What happened to her? Well, she was murdered!
Although she wouldn't have put it like that, Avery felt herself, or, well, her mood darkening as she let out a small growl. "You mean like 'How did you die'? Because you know, I am dead. As dead as they get, actually! Well, I was being tested on. They wanted to make a warrior creature that could keep other dogs from rising up gracefully. They were trying to make something great but instead they killed me;they created a monster who wasn't ready to die! But they still killed me! I wasn't ready! I hadn't even begun to live my life yet! But did they care? No, no! NO! No, all they do is slaughter dogs for their stupid, selfish reasons! This is why dogs want them gone! Because they are stupid, horrid creatures who only think of themselves!" She was off again;giggling.
Clearing her throat, Avery quieted down her giggles as she got up to scoot closer to the male, smiling up at him a bit...Flirty, maybe? "It's a dog eat dog world, I'm afraid. I just bit back quicker." With a shrug, she sat down where she was again;close to the other dog while she flicked her ears. "And you? Who are you?" (Oh lawd, this sucked. Mah bad!)
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Post by Quirky Tea on Jul 18, 2014 16:43:31 GMT
As Avery revealed the sins committed against her, her mood had darkened. She had growled and seemed to spit out the words as if they were venom. And then, as she finished, her giggle returned. Because of this, Elliot found her to be a curious personality. Though he found it a shock that she, like him, was dead, he held his tongue until she was finished speaking. As a storyteller, he knew how rude it was to interrupt—especially in a story so tied up in her emotions. “Wow,” was his reply. Her tale was certainly dramatic. He knew it had to be true. It certainly explained her manic personality and the fact that, as she had revealed, she was dead. His gaze was soft upon her. Not pity, but reverence. She had a good story in her head. He wanted to know more, he yearned to hear the rest. To get more details. To incorporate such a fresh tale into his. She sidled up to him and Elliot kept his body soft. He felt that it was familiar to have a female at his side and wondered if there had been anybody like that for him, in his past. He cast a green eye toward her to show that he found her interesting, but wasn’t desperate enough to throw himself at her. “Well, my name’s Elliot. And, the funny thing is that I’m dead, too.” He said it in a casual way, as if death was something so nonchalant that you can toss the topic out as easily as stating your age. “I can’t remember how or why I died, but right now… you can say that I’m a collector of stories. I tell them, too.” He felt relief to know that she was as dead as he was. And it left him curious to know if every ghost was haunted by the shadows in the night as he was. Honestly, her death was innocent. He had no clue about the dog who he was. But that dog must have been a collector and teller or stories as well. Surely. Because he could tell a few choice tales from his past. Glimpses that he could remember, but his memory of them were recalled with the detail that only a storyteller could have. Beside another ghost, he felt safer. He let loose a sigh. He didn’t let suspicions creep into his mind, and pervert this one piece of hope. Even if she would be snatched away from him, he would revel in this one moment free of loneliness. “You’re the first ghost I’ve come across. I thought I was the only one,” he said. +Hadley+
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Post by +Hadley+ on Jul 24, 2014 23:26:42 GMT
(This is the stupidest post I have ever written and I am sorry. So, so, SO sorry! I am so freaking low on muse but I owed you a post so I'm sorry!) "Of course you're dead." She barked, shifting on her feet. Elliot had something...Strange and unusual about him;so Avery knew. She knew a lot of things, actually. Smiling, Avery waddled a bit closer to the male, her gaze narrowing slightly. He was weird to her, but in a somewhat good way. She liked things weird. Normal was just boring and she tends to stay clear of the "normal ones". I can’t remember how or why I died, but right now… you can say that I’m a collector of stories. I tell them, too.” Although she wasn't entirely sure what he meant, Avery smiled a bit. "Okay...Well, you should really go out and about and ask someone! I mean, a lot of dogs might have seen you while you were alive..." She wasn't too sure what she was even saying but she hoped it made sense.
At his other words, Avery felt herself stiffen just a bit. Yes, he really is something. Shrugging, Avery flickered her ears, giggling some more."You're silly, Elliot!" She giggled more. "I mean, there's lots of us! You just gotta know where to find us!"
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Post by Quirky Tea on Jul 25, 2014 20:14:56 GMT
Elliot was embarrassed, to say the least. He hadn’t known that there were more ghosts in this place than just him. And not only that, but Avery hinted that there were a lot of ghosts around the area. He just hadn’t stumbled upon them. And she made him feel a little dumb, but he knew that he was still a bit new to this whole being dead thing.
“Well, I’m not exactly doing this whole ghost thing properly, am I?” He saw the humor glinting in her eyes, she was poking fun at him and he let her because he wanted her to be his friend. Ghosts, despite anything she might have said, have only been far from common in his experience. And she was a friendly enough one. Perhaps she could answer his questions? Relieve his fears. Teach him about what, exactly, was happening to him. But he was afraid to share that. It’s hard to share a point of weakness, especially when it seemed nobody else suffered from it.
“I remember dying,” he finally said after a few seconds of silence. “It hurt. A lot.” His face puckered into a grimace as he remembered the pain, but it added more to what he was saying than detracted from it. “And that’s about it. All of the dogs I’ve met since my death… they don’t seem to really know who I am.” He paused. “I wonder why that is.”
He never stopped to think that he might have been looking in the wrong crowd. That he was meeting honest and good dogs and wasn’t delving into the possibilities of being a criminal. He didn’t stop to ask the dog with the blood of another dripping from his muzzle. In his mind, he was a hero protagonist.
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