by Beebop » Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:32 pm
((Welcome to the RP, JoJo! Feel free to post any time you like, but please don't use any chatspeak and make sure you specify when talking out of character ^^
And to gubgubqwas, I really don't mind that you're using Azalea, but you should be careful. That's borderline godmodding and you should make sure to ask in the future before you RP other's characters like that. Not a threat, just some advice ^^))
Bay had intended to go far away, but didn't make it more than a block away from the kennels. He wanted to find somewhere else, maybe somewhere where the grass was still green and the sky was still blue, somewhere with people and animals and life. Or maybe he wanted to find a place where he could lie down to rest, somewhere comfortable where he would never get up again. It didn't matter, though; he knew he couldn't find such a place anyhow.
He was so overwhelmed. His head throbbed as his thoughts changed rapidly from minute to minute, keeping his facial muscles tight. One second he wanted to cry, the next to scream, and in another moment he was ready to throw himself over the next available precipice. He no longer knew what to feel or how to act. Everything had been taken from him and as he sat there in the shadow of what had once been a library, his mind was bombarded with painful memories and even more painful questions. He saw the faces he had known in puppyhood and onward; his mother, his master, his friends, the kennel owner, Azalea, his children... the list went on. He watched them leave him, one by one, all torn from his life in various fashions while he sat there, whimpering and unable to do anything about it.
Bay had never been the brightest dog, but even the smartest mutt alive could never have fathomed the idea of an atomic weapon, and to one as confused and upset as Bay, the Bang was the most gruesome, horrible idea ever conceived. To him, the world seemed destroyed; although Alatea had once spoken of hope on the horizon, he had seen none, and to him, the planet was dead. His world had been destroyed and by who he didn't know, but that no longer mattered. While everyone and everything he had ever known had died, he stood alone, miraculously surviving an event he wasn't meant to live though. With the ruins as his witness he had tried to survive; he was almost enthusiastic when he first thought about the challenges ahead, but as the days rolled by his troubles piled on, straining and ultimately suffocating his hopes underneath.
On the cracked stairs of the library sat a changing dog. For better or for worse his life had been altered, and in only a few day's time it had broken him. Bay lifted his tear-streaked face to the darkening sky, willing whoever had caused the Bang to strike him down where he sat.
When nothing happened, he made up his mind to find a way out himself, and he might have gone through with it had he not heard the soft paw steps and nail clicks of someone approaching him from behind. On another day he wouldn't have looked; he would have been too ashamed of his crying to be able to face the dog behind him. However, he found he no longer cared about his appearance and turned his head to see Rowan walking along the cracked marble slab of the stair. He seemed to have something on his chest that would be difficult to say.
The retriever came up to Bay quietly, speaking his mind as gently as he could. Despite his efforts, the thought of Azalea immediately stung Bay's mind. The tears began to well in his eyes again when he tried to speak, forcing him to close his mouth and swallow before he tried again. "Rowan, there's nothing left to say," he said, making steady eye contact with the other dog. "She's gone, and there's really nothing that talking can fix." Bay's voice wavered over the last few words and he stopped at that, letting the reality sink in.
He suddenly felt despicable. Of course talking couldn't fix anything. Neither could yelling or cussing out his friends, or killing his newborn daughters, for that matter. The tears in his eyes spilled over and ran down the old paths in his fur as he shut his eyes, turning away from Rowan. "Maybe... maybe you should just leave me here, Rowan." The shepherd looked back at him, complete sorrow and defeat swirling in the depths of his black eyes. "They don't want me back in the group anyway, and there's nothing we can fix by talking about it."
((Wow, that was... dare I say epic? I'm such an over-poster; I should be a novelist rather than a role player. When I grow some actual writing skills, of course.))