Ƭ н ɛ Ɖ ɛ ʌ ι ℓ ' ƨ Ƙ ι и ❇ semi-literate ❇ two spots

[Clavicle]

[Guh, sorry for not posting, guys. Things are getting a little bit too hectic in my life right now, and I have a mountain of unfinished work that I really need to be getting to, so I don't think that I will be able to post very frequently. I'm afraid to say that I'm going to have to quit the RP because I don't want to stall anything and ruin everyone's fun, as minimal as my character's involvement is.]

[cheetah;]

-removed-

[Soriams]

((Oh, I think I'm going to have to take you up on the meeting part. That just sounds like too much fun. I think that would help me get a much better handle on her character too. Hope you guys are up for a little reading xD muse is at high tide right now.))

Current Mood: Wanderlust
Location: Hudson River Greenway
Interaction: None
Crush: Only small furry creatures. Ok bad joke.

Click image for pic source at planetware.com and map of the area.

Lyra

The early evening found Lyra napping behind a dumpster just off of 173rd, and the cold mist rolling in off of the Hudson had awakened her. Condensing on her long hairs into a cascade of tiny droplets, the first order of business is to rid herself of the clinging wet. Thus with a yawn the lanky dog gets to her big paws and gives her wiry brindle pelt a healthy shake before stretching each leg in turn. Pink tongue flicking out to lick the tip of her nose, the familiar feeling of hunger begins to creep into the pit of her stomach. For every stray, that empty sensation is a constant companion, yet for Lyra it brings with it another desire: the need to hunt. A bit wistfully she turns her muzzle to the ground, nudging the remains of her morning meal, a rakishly thin tabby, now nothing more than a few tufts of fur. The little hairs immediately run up her nose, and she sneezes mightily. Ah well, I guess I'll have to find another... She thinks, and a small smile crosses her face as she remembers the short chase earlier in the day.

Growing weary from her night's travels with the impeding dawn heavy on the horizon, Lyra had sought out the first dark place she came across. This happened to be a dim alleyway, and unfortunately for it's previous resident, it proved to be occupied. Just as she reached the corner, a thin tom stuck his nose out at the same time. The two creatures locked eyes and with a violent hiss the cat bolted. Perhaps the worst possible decision, the movement only cemented Lyra's decision and she immediately gave chase. The poor thing never had a chance, and Lyra was on it in less than ten strides, her heavy muzzle ensuring that he didn't suffer. Though the little tom looked as though he hadn't found a good meal in months, he proved to be a very nice one for Lyra.

Without further delay, she pads out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. Ears alert for any sound, she finds it quite empty and quickly crosses the street. Falling into an easy lope that takes her to into an alley on the north side of 172nd and with a quick jaunt to the right and a sharp left she is facing 173rd with Jay Hood Wright Park just on the other side. Rising high above the trees in the distance is the black iron tower of the George Washington Bridge, standing like a dark sentry over the green landscape. Lyra looks up at it for a long time, remembering the words of the last small pack of dogs she had encountered. A pack that lives in the shadows... Feared by all and shrouded in mystery. Is this really the bridge where they live? Sounds like just they type of dogs I'd like to meet. The old dog and his two companions had been very instant that she not go any further in this direction, pleading with her to stay. But Lyra was far to curious to just leave it be at this point, and they were in no condition to stop her. It was almost as if something were driving her, drawing her closer to these unseen dogs. A desire stronger than anything she has felt since she first learned what it meant to run.

Lyra's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of approaching human voices, and she retreats further back into the alley. It is hard to imagine a creature as large as Lyra being able to hide in nothing more than the shade of a building, yet standing motionless with her dappled coat blending into the cement behind her, the humans simply walk by without a second look. As soon as they have passed, she bolts across the street and disappears into the shrubbery of the park. Skirting the abandoned playground, she slowly works her way northward across the park, stopping occasionally to sniff at the ground. The scents of many dogs meet her nose, though it is nearly impossible to discern if any of them belong to the pack she is looking for. More than likely, many of the scents she encounters belong to happy pets, being taken for walks by their owners. The thought brings a curl of distain to her lips, and she shakes her head with an irritated snort.

Looking up to see that she is nearing the road again, Lyra stops and looks back over the park. She hates to leave it so soon, as the grass had been a welcome break to her paws after so many days of hard sidewalk. Yet it is empty, not even a squirrel in sight that might be worth chasing. With a sigh, she turns around and lopes quickly across Haven Ave, trying to take the most direct route towards the massive towers, but she is suddenly faced by an unexpected barrier. A brick wall blocks her path, and standing up on her hind legs she can just barely see over it. The sight on the other side is enough to quell any thoughts of jumping it. It is a 25 ft drop straight down to the road below, and beyond that is a dizzying maze of elevated interchanges all buzzing with traffic as Riverside Drive merges onto the upper deck of the bridge. Dismayed, Lyra is considering having to give up and find another way around when she catches sight of a little foot bridge to the south.

Sliding back off the wall, Lyra heads for it but stops dead as she reaches the edge. The causeway is little more than large enough for two humans to fit side by side, and the entire thing is covered over with iron bars. It runs for several hundred feet across the road with the heavy traffic below roaring before making a sharp right turn and quickly descends below and out of sight. A small whine escaping her mouth, Lyra quickly backs up. The thought of traversing such a thing without having any idea where she is going is terrifying. She could very easily be trapped with no way to retreat. Why do humans have to build such confounded structures? Do they really like running around like mice on a wire? Debating with herself, she sinks down to the ground in the shade of the wall and nervously licks one of her front legs. It is painfully clear that she can go no further north, the highway that is George Washington Bridge blocks her path. To travel back to the south, backtracking her steps for miles until she can find a safer passage to the river is almost as equally disheartening.

Panting slightly with the last heat of the day, Lyra watches for a long time as the sun sinks lower and she shadow in which she hides grows longer across the ground. No humans either approach the bridge, nor do any appear from the other side. Gathering enough resolve to push indecision and fear aside, she gets to her feet. Eyes intent, she slowly walks up to the edge again. She will run it, at top speed there is little that could stop her besides a car and it is unlikely she would encounter one on this tiny bridge, and not stop until her feet are back on the solid earth. Taking a deep breath, Lyra doesn't even wait to let it out before she bolts. Claws scrabbling on the cement she reaches her top speed in the span of three strides and steaks across the bridge. Taking the turn without hardly slowing at all causes her paws to skid painfully on the sidewalk, but there is no time for her to feel the sting as she immediately begins the descent. To her terror, a man riding one of those two wheeled devices is about halfway up as she starts down, but having come too far now to turn back, she just puts her head down and keeps running. By the time the cyclist has exclaimed his surprise, Lyra is already past him and at the bottom of the ramp. Turning on her heel, she runs off down beneath the maze of overpasses and through the scattered garbage and other debris. Her heart is pounding in her chest and fear clutches at her, driving her on through a narrow little tunnel and into some shrubbery. Suddenly, a short wall of Jersey barriers looms up in front of her, and without a second thought she leaps over them and out onto the road. The Henry Hudson Parkway is far from empty, and a chorus of car horns and screeching tires follow her across. Luckily, Lyra is moving so fast that she is has already leapt the second barrier and run off into the trees by the time the sound reaches her. Breaking cover without stopping, the river comes up to meet her and she runs full speed into it. The cold water a shock to her paws, she finally comes to a splashing stop in hock-deep water, panting heavily and staring out with unseeing eyes as her ripples spread away from her towards the distant shore of New Jersey.

Lyra's fear slowly subsides and is soon replaced with the heady exhilaration of success. She wants to howl with triumph, announce to the world that she, Lyra, has run the gauntlet and survived. But far to tired and heart still pounding painfully in her chest, she settles instead for a drink of the cool water. The sun is now barely over the horizon, and has set the sky on fire with a warm orange glow growing in the mist as is kicks up off the riven and streams past her paws. The bridge is now nothing more than a silhouette against the steadily darkening sky, the towers rising impossibly high above her. It is big, bigger than anything she has ever seen. Even the enormous buildings of Manhattan seem small in comparison. A tiny red lighthouse stands darkened, unlit at the foot of the foundation, the golden mist thickening around it until only the tip-top of visible. Within moments, the warm glow is gone and the sun disappears from the sky, plummeting Lyra into a sudden darkness. Lifting her head from the water, she retreats back to shore.

After shaking the water from her coat once more, she begins to walk slowly towards the thickening shadows of the bridge. Just then a flicker of movement catches her attention, and she stops. Did I see that? Was it real? She thinks, finding her breath catch in her throat. The area is eerily quiet and still despite the roar of traffic from the bridge above, and no noise accompanies the movement. With her ears perked she slowly approaches, lone figure in the fog, she passes into the darkness under the bridge.

[enigma.]

Siren|Female|Calm|Talking|Tagged: Lyra

The black pelted fae had been sitting on a familiar rock next to the water to think. The crashing sound of water smacking rock was continuously ringing in her ears. It offered a comforting sound as it tore away, reaching up to the sky. Droplets of water sprung. up, dotting her paws and occasionally her chest. Siren's yellow eyes flickered open and a lone figure caught her attention. Standing up she backed farther into the shadows casted by the GW Bridge. It meant one thing, safety for another.
But a question nagged at her, what was a dog doing crossing these waters? She sat down, letting the darkness cloak her and rest on her shoulders. The dog was getting more adventurous, looking towards Siren's hidden form. She took another step back, trying to stay hidden. The dog began studying this new one, trying to decide whether she was the dog she had seen in her dream, the details looked close. Maybe it was. She furrowed her brow as the dog came into the shadows.
Siren took in a small breath then released it through her nose. Taking a daring step she pulled herself forward. In no time at all she had taken a few more steps till she was face to face with the dog. Siren continued walking forward, forcing the dog to either back up or sit and fall. She stopped before either happened though. "You. It's you." She breathed thinly. She eyed the dog strongly, her stance was tall and proud. A vibe of demanded respect circling around her. It was obvious to anyone, even those who had never met her. This dog did not play around. She got straight to buisness, no side-tracking included. Breathing out from her nose she let her striking yellow eyes examine the dog closely. "Who are you?" She demanded, it would be better to have at least some information for Bruce before barging over and telling him of the unknown dog.

[Soriams]

Current Mood: Cautiously Curious
Location: GW Bridge
Interaction: Siren
Crush: No likely at this point.

Lyra

Even though Lyra is intent on the place she thought she saw the movement, she is still startled when a shaggy black dog emerges from the mist. She stops her approach, the evening is quickly darkening and the mist has lifted up into a fog and she has an eerie tingling sense of anticipation wash over her. The other dog's shape becomes more distinct, almost as though she were formed from the fog itself. In that moment, everything seems surreal and as the last light of day catches the strange fea's eyes glinting with gold, Lyra takes in a sharp breath in surprise. They are strange, of a color Lyra has never seen before. There is something wild and feral about them, almost like those of the coyotes she used to hunt. The last time she had seen anything like it they were in the sightless death mask of the last one she and her brothers had killed, unseeing golden orbs looking into an empty sky. It is just that memory that sizes her as the black dog grows closer and it sends a chill down her spine and thoughts of ghosts creeping into her mind.

Planting her feet firmly on the ground in a dogged attempt to stay put and not run, she stands tall as the other dog walks directly up to her. Tail lifting in instinctual dominance, Lyra refuses to budge as the other walks directly up to her. Her head pulls back and her ears press close to the back of her head, arching her neck into a graceful curve as she pulls herself up to her full height, a good eight inches or so taller than the other fea. However, her stature brings her little confidence and she does nothing beyond look down into the other's eyes as she mutters to herself. You? What does she mean? Does she know me from somewhere?..

The question that follows quells her thoughts, and shatters the illusion of mystery and for the first time Lyra allows herself to take a deep breath, pulling in the scent of the other dog. Damp earth and the musky water of the Hudson cling to her as does the scent of other canines, and somehow this reassures Lyra. Building on that confidence, she finds her voice and answers the fea curtly. "Lyra, not that you needed to know that... And you?" She asks firmly, punctuating the last with a little click of her teeth.

[Destonation]

(( @Juliet, thank you for posting your form! You were already accepted, so you can begin roleplaying. :3 And yes, that would be fine.

@Preposterous: I'm so sorry to hear about that. ;; You shall be missed! </3

@Soriams: Okay! xD ))

β я ʋ c ɛ

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Suspicious
ℓσcαтισи :: Under the George Washington Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Niall
cяʋƨн :: "Pssh..."

Although still a little puzzled by the sudden shootback of his own question, this was soon replaced by the happiness of seeing Niall again. It had been at least a few weeks since he had been interacting with Niall, he had been so much more preoccupied with things pertaining to the prophecy. "Oh, of course. What would life be if we didn't run around waking Bruce up!" He rolled his eyes in response to Niall's answer. Oh Niall, how do you always manage to make me smile? In the time that he had known him, Bruce couldn't remember a time when Niall had ceased to make him smile. However, there were thoughts nagging the back of his mind about the Prophecy. The fact that he hadn't heard anything from Siren, not little messages nor larger messages, was a little unnerving. He kept those thoughts in the back of his mind, not allowing them to come forward and allowing them to overtake his mind. Smells wafted over him, entrancing his nose. Some were familiar, and others were not so familiar. He instantly became more alert when he smelled a dog, but it didn't seem to be too close... yet. If the dog became too cocky and came closer, they would either have to bring them into the pack..... or kill them.

"Life's not good unless you're getting squished by someone." He said this sarcastically, and all the while he was laughing. Even though he was having such a great time, laughing and being gay; his earlier thoughts of the prophecy suddenly rushed back to him after what Niall said. His smile disappeared, and he got out of his playful position. His eyes became serious, and they lost the twinkle they had held a moment before. He sighed and hung his head before addressing Niall again, "The world is... very messed up. I would agree." he started, "I, too have been wondering where the prophecy could be. I still don't know, and with every passing day, I worry more for the fate of this pack." His look became even more grave, "Every day, the other strays are becoming more cocky, and many are starting to venture out in search of just a glimpse of one of us. If too many of them see us, and we fail to bring them in, or if we hit twenty dogs.... We will be forced to kill them. Then, not only the curse of our forefathers will be upon our shoulders, but the blood of innocent dogs as well." He hung his head and gave Niall a weak smile, "Sorry about that. I know you don't want to hear about that stuff." His nose suddenly began to twitch. The scent of a strange dog wafted through his nostrils, "Niall, do you smell something strange?"




Δ ℓ ʏ ƨ ι α

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Fear
ℓσcαтισи :: Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Demitri / Zach
cяʋƨн :: "I've never had one

She shot a look towards Zach as he blamed her. Whatever, it didn't really matter. She wouldn't have cared if Demitri had believed him. She looked up at Demitri when he told them to go play. Go play... Why would I want to do that? She nodded all the same and turned to walk away. She didn't pay attention to whether or not anyone followed her, she just walked. Her small tail swished back and forth behind her, her little paws seeming to not touch the ground. They had been growing, it was obvious to her, she felt like she was seeing the world from a different angle. It didn't matter that it was only a little different, it was still different, and she liked it. She hoped she grew up to be as tall as Bruce, or... that dog over there talking to Siren. She stopped in her tracks. Wait. A dog talking to Siren. She slowly turned her head back towards where Siren and another dog stood. Fear crashed over her like a large wave against the shore of the bridge. She must be an outsider. I would know her face.

Her small paws were frozen to the spot, her eyes wide in fear, yet not being able to look away. She made her eyes go back down to their normal size, she couldn't let anyone know that this had actually scared her a little. She shifted her weight and swung back around towards Demitri and Zach. Then, with newfound speed she sprinted back towards the two dogs. The small rocks and sand that pierced her pawpads meant nothing to her, she was going to alert the scout that there was an outsider who had seen one of them. When she reached Demitri, she panted out, "Demitri.... Outsider.... With Siren.... Over there!" Although the fear wouldn't show in her eyes, her uneven breathing showed that she had run a little ways. She pointed her nose in the direction that she was talking about, and then she didn't pause before beginning to run back in the direction of the outsider.

[enigma.]

Siren|Female|Calm|Talking|Tagged: Lyra/Bruce

She mentally rolled her eyes as the dog stood taller, doing absolutely nothing to move Siren. She remained looking at the dog, Lyra, with a calm look. It would be better not to agitate her too quickly, it might cause her to do something irrational. Siren had to admit though, with this dog's curt tone she was getting a little impatient. This puzzled her and made her a little uncomfortable. She was careful to hide it though, or do at least a little bit to do it. She was never impatient except for during one thing, it was before. Sucking in a small breath her yellow eyes traveled up to meet the stranger's, Lyra. Her gaze was so calm, mysteries lying beneath them; she knew the dog would be at least a little phased. "Follow." was her simple reply. She turned and began trotting towards where Demetri stood. Stopping beside him she looked at him and lowered her voice. "Bring her to Bruce, I need to do something. Her name is Lyra." With that task done she hasitly began walking, hoping to find somewhere quiet. The pounding in her head began, causing her to stumble several times before passing Niall and Bruce. She paid them no mind and found a dark spot between two boxes, there she collapsed and hoped for what was to come.

Demetri|Male|Worried|Watching

Demetri's head snapped over to Alysia coming back before Zach had time to reply. Every muscle in his body went rigid as she spoke of a stranger. This could be bad. He told himself. Taking a deep breath he looked at the two pups. "Inform Bruce, do nothing else. Hide out in a box big enough for the two of you. Understood? Good, now go." Turning away he bounded off from the direction Alysia came, his paws beat on the soft ground as his eyes frantically searched. When he saw Siren and the stranger he stopped and watched carefully. As far as he could see the stranger rose a good few inches taller then Siren. But Siren was calm for some reason, not threatned. When they began walking over he watched them closely, wearily eyeing the stranger. He was a little surprised when Siren stopped and whispered something to him. But he nodded his head and looked at the stranger, Lyra. "Come, I'll be taking you to our alpha." He told Lyra. Turning around he trotted off to find Bruce, letting the stranger follow. When he saw Bruce and Niall he walked over. "Excuse me for interrupting Bruce, Niall. But we have a stranger who found their way over. This is," he motioned towards Lyra, "Lyra."

(Hey Neko, hope you don't mind about what I posted for Siren. I just thought that maybe there should be a sign something was coming to the Oracle, if that isn't okay then let me know and I'll change it!)

[Soriams]

Current Mood: Fearful and Stubborn, Nervous
Location: GW Bridge
Interaction: Siren, Demetri
Crush: What? No now, I'm busy.

Lyra

Waiting for the shaggy black dog's answer, Lyra starts to become uncomfortable as the silence wears on. Why doesn't she answer? All glow from the sunset is gone now, and the only light here is the little that filters down from the street lights high above. This only helps to deepen the shadows under the bridge, even though her eyes are adjusting to the dark. Suddenly, a flicker of movement catches her attention, and she looks just in time to see a patch of white fur disappear back under the bridge. Perhaps a small dog or a pup, it is just the sort of thing that would have normally prompted her to give chase, but at that moment, she is far too concerned with wondering just how many other dogs there are down here. I could easily take this one on... But two or three? That's a fools errand... Looking back, she finds herself looking right into the strange dog's golden eyes, and feels even more unsettled and unconsciously licks her lips. She shifts her weight slightly, a nearly imperceptible change so that she is leaning further back on her heels until she can feel the tension in her legs, an anxious movement as she readies herself to bolt if need be. At the black dog's word, she can only parrot a response, confused. "Follow?.." It is only after she turns and walks away that Lyra realizes that it is a command and not a name.

Almost on reflex Lyra follows the other dog, though at a much slower pace. Eyes alert for movement and ears standing at the sides of her head, she moves forward cautiously towards the dark. Come on Lyra, what are you scared of? This is what you wanted, right? Why else did you come looking all this way... She chides herself, trying to urge her reluctant feet forward. However, her efforts are all for naught when she catches sight of Demetri as she stops about half way there. Another one... And I'm certain it's not the one I saw earlier. She shakes her head at his words, and only takes one step further. Though this brute possesses a fluffy white pelt, it is doubtful that he's the same one she glimpsed moments ago, and beyond that there is an 'alpha' she is supposed to meet. That makes at least four dogs, and no telling how many more hide in the shadows. Swallowing heavily, she refuses to walk any further and calls out to the male as he turns to leave. "How about you bring him to me, I'll just wait here." No introductions, no greetings... What the heck have I gotten myself into? For all I know, the moment I set foot under that bridge they'll come out of the woodwork and attack...

[enigma.]

Demetri|Male|Bored|Talking|Tagged: Lyra

The sun had faded and Demetri was getting tired, he wanted sleep from the day's events. When the dog by the name of Lyra spoke and told him to bring the alpha he sighed and looked at her. "You're stupid if you think that's happening." He snapped sharply, letting the dog know it would not be happening. "The alpha reports to no one. You'll be smart to follow along or lose your head. Those who glimpse and leave, do not see another day." He told her, letting her know that she would in fact, be killed if she tried to leave. That was how this worked, she obeyed and they commanded. At least for now, rank would decide the rest. Demetri knew no one really worked under him or owed him respect, but at this moment Lyra did. His eyes narrowed. "Last chance. You can follow and live. Death is knocking at the door." He ended the sentence there, leaving her virtually no choice but to come along.

(I hate wb >.>)[/center]

[country.girl]

{ I gotta quit this rp, sorry guys. If anyone wants to ro my characters, feel free }