Our World (Semi Lit/Literate Dog RP) [Accepting]

[Echoes]

((sorry I haven't posted recently, I can't now but I will soon!))

[gubgubqwas]

Rowan rested in the soft dirt, reflecting on his life. It was wrong, Bay was wrong, everything was so messed up!! He shook crazily in despair. Why was his life like this? Why him? WHY WHY WHY!? He clawed the ground, raised his matted furry head and let out an ear piercing howl. He repeated the motion, and Alika came over to calm him down. He flicked his tail and nipped Alika, hard. He had never felt like this before, not when Alex stopped coming, not when he was dogfighting, not when he was ripped away from the rest of the family and put into the underground kennel. He continued to howl through the day, galloping and shaking like a wild untamed mustang. Burning tears streamed down his cheeks, and he layed down, sprawled out, and fell asleep.


(During the sleep, Rowan has a dream in which Azalea's spririt confronts him in.)


Rowan suddenly appeared in complete darkness. He heard a soft, familiar voice, and called out. His voice sounded broken and cracked next to the other wolf. Suddenly, an opaque figure of Azalea appeared calling genly,"Rowan, I need to talk to you. Listen... Listen. You must tell Bay something for me. I would visit him in one of his dreams, but his mind and soul are blocked. He is going through agony,it is a barrier blocking us from meeting..." Rowan slightly nodded, his eyes wide, mouth open, and his bottom lip quivering. He spoke, his voice sounding quiet and shy,"Azalea... Bay won't listen to me, he feels nothing but hatred for me... he won't believe me." Azalea looked down sadly at Rowan,"Young Rowan, you do not know. Bay is simply transfixed on one piece of his mind; sadness and grief. You need to tell him I am sorry, we should have never mated and that now, the pups have to live. Stay still, and I will give you a piece of me, a piece of my sprit... Bay will believe you.

(There is a flash of light, and Rowan returns to reality)

Rowan approached Bay as calmly as he could manage, but bay looked tense, stressed and mad.

"Bay, we need to talk. It's about Azalea..."




TO BE CONTINUED...

[jojoonthego]

My Username:jojoonthego
Character's Name: Gossamer
Gender: male
Breed: Greyhound
Family: ?
Personality:usually sweet but shy, sometimes has a bad aatitude
Brief History of Previous Life: young pup who was abandoned afterhis owners had to move.Gossamer was separated from his siblings after a flood swept through the town, drowning four of his sisters and brothers
Photo/Description:dark grey greyhound who has tangled fur and looks under fed

[jojoonthego]

btw im gubgubqwas' sister

[Beebop]

((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.))

[Teacup-old]

The feeling of ealier began to sting Alika's mind. What had she done? She just killed the already dead Shepherd even more. She figured Azalea would keep the pups safe, so she crawled back up the hole as Rowan dashed off. She decided to follow him, he looked as if he had something to say, and she figured it had something to do with Bay. Tears began to form in her eyes as she heard what Rowan was telling him. How dare he bring up Azalea on the day she died to her widow mate; Bay. She had to apoligize to him. She looked down at her paw, the one that had practically killed Bay. How dare she go talk to him? She ignored her uneasy feeling though, watching as Rowan left after a few minutes. She stepped forward out in the open, feet away from Bay.
"Bay...I'm...I'm sorry..." she cried, walking closer to him. She hoped he'd let her into his head alittle, atleast enough to get close to him. This pregancy was crushing after seeing what happened with Azalea. Her body was still as her crystal blue eyes looked up at Bay, making eye contact. "I should have never done that. I had no right, Bay. I'm so sorry!" she pleaded, laying down and rolling on her back to show him her belly as a sign of respect. She would take anything that came to her; for putting Bay through such a crime of hers. "You can do anything you want to do to me for my actions." she whinned, shutting her eyes hard.

[Beebop]

Bay's initial reaction to what Rowan had to say was complete disbelief. How dare he try and speak to him as though he had seen the spirit of Azalea? If anyone would have seen her, it would have been him! Bay stood and barked at the retriever, voicing his anger and convincing him to leave. Still, once he had gone, he couldn't help but think Rowan might have been telling the truth. What other reason would he have? Bay was stronger and larger than he; unless he was honestly trying to give him a message, the shepherd could think of no reason Rowan would have to try and bring up such a sensitive subject with someone so upset.
He sighed and stretched his body out over the marble stair, turning the conversation over in his mind. He looked skyward, imagining Azalea's spirit floating high above the clouds with the sun. Azalea, love... if you're there, I need you.
He was awakened from his daydream by the words of apology that came to him from behind. They were words he had heard many times before from his mate and as he turned to see who was speaking to him, she appeared from behind the corner, plain as day, walking towards him. He scrambled to stand up again, but in a split second, she was gone; replaced by Alika instead. Bay had never realized how similar the two were before; he had almost been fooled completely.
But he also noticed Alika no longer seemed to be angry with him; in fact, see seemed quite the opposite. She slid to him, tail between her legs, and exposed her belly, permitting him to do whatever he liked in exchange for her actions.
At first, Bay had no idea what to do. He felt just if not more terrible then she must have, and he didn't wish to hurt her in any way. Gently, he placed a paw on her shoulder, rolling her onto her side. "If there's anyone here who should be on their back, it's me," he said softly. "I was upset... I hope you don't think I really meant anything I said back there... I couldn't help it." Apologies had always been hard for Bay, but he tried his best. "I still take responsibility for it, though, and I'm sorry for what I said."
He stood and shook his fur out half-heartedly, walking slowly down the staircase to sit on the sidewalk. "But since you've offered, there is something I'd like you to help me with, Alika." Bay looked up at her, pleading that she would forgive him. "I'd like to see my daughters, please," he said, looking at his paws. "I know... I know they don't have long to live unless we find them food, and I know that they really aren't old enough to understand what I say, but I want to apologize anyway. They need me. It's what Azalea would've wanted."

[Teacup-old]

Alika stood, looking up at him, "As you wish. Uh, Bay... May I ask you something?" Alika's voice was still a tad stratchy, but she did her best to talk clearly. She wanted to know if Bay would help his raise his own pups with her. She realised he was probably still upset about Azalea, especially since Alika looked so much like her. Her icey blue eyes were pleading to Bay in a way as she looked up from her paws and made eye contact with him. The connection of them was electrifying to Alika, so she quickly looked back down at paws. That was very...awkard to Alika.
She shook her head of her crazy thoughts and looked back up at Bay, but this time she didn't make eye contact with him. She lifted her ears up as she began to cool and stop crying. This was tough work, drama and all... She wondered how anyone could ever want this for their life, but left it a mystery. It wasn't her place to judge. Beginning to look abit nervous about the question, she couldn't quite keep her eyes on him as they bounced between him and the dark and creepy walls of the libray. Finally calming down some more, she sat done on the cold black and white checkered tile floor; almost dizying Alika in site. What would he think of her question? She figured he try and pretend they weren't his after he apoligised and then run off like almost all fathers; like her old mate did when he found out she was pregnant with his pups. In Bay's case; this was basically the oppisate. Although Azalea had no choice but to run off, she still left him with the responcabilty of feeding the pups when they were old enough to eat meat and such and to protect them with his life. Alika knew she would do these things with love to spare, but she was worried Bay wouldn't. It would be kind of nice if Bay led the pups along side her, and the pups would technically have a mother and father even though she was sure her and Bay would never be mates.
In fact, she wasn't quite sure they were even friends right now. She flattened her ears half way as her cheeks began to act up; blushing without command. She wanted to smack her face and punish her cheeks, but figured Bay would think of her as a lunatic. This was one of the hardest challenges she'd ever faced. Getting into the head, heart, and soul of a heart broken shepherd would never be fun, especially if he was showing his love for Azalea through anger and frustration.
What would he think of her anyway if he fell in love with her and she didn't fall for him? Would he think of her as a heart braker in the flesh, or would he understand? This was all so much to understand right now. Alika's mind was crammed with thought about her, Bay, and Scout and Misty. Oh, how it would brake her heart if these pups; the last of Azalea and Bay's blood together; died, even though she was the girls' actual mother. The birth of these pups brought out Alika's early mother instinct.
OOC: I think I made up for it!

[Beebop]

Bay was relieved to hear that Alika agreed to his request, but she seemed to brush over it quickly, intent on getting something else out in the open. "Well, uh... thank you, Alika," he said, a bit flustered as he hadn't expected her to accept his terms so readily. "You can ask me anything you want."
He was curious to know what was on her mind, but she didn't seem to be able to say it. Bay sat there, head cocked to the side and ears perked, waiting for her to say what was obviously so troubling to her. But after a few minutes of nothing, Bay began to grow impatient. This was obviously something that would be of great importance to the two of them, but she was taking an awfully long time to say it and the shepherd couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to the blood he had seen on his daughter's soft pelt. It worried him greatly that he might have injured her when she had no food, and he was eager to run back and check up on her. He licked his lips and waited, his patience growing thinner, but within a few more minutes it was clear Alika was not going to be able to spit it out. "Listen, Alika... not to cut your short, but I'm concerned about the puppies... could we see them first, and talk about this a little later? It would put my nerves at ease, and you obviously need some time to think about this." He offered the idea as best he could, standing to show he was more than ready to go.

[Teacup-old]

"I need help raising the pups." Alika spit out after his question. "I can't do it alone." she continued, flicking her tail as she looked behind her; her uneasyness growing tense. She stood agian, and turned to look at the door. "Maybe we should go." she said, gesturing to him that she didn't feel comfortable. She looked back at him, waiting for him to come down the steps. She felt like she was being watched, but she tried to ignore it; which she failed tremendously at. She glanced around, seeing nothing that should make her uneasy, but still the whole library did. She wanted to just run out, but she really couldn't leave Bay alone knowing she was feeling these emotions.
'I want to go... But I got to stay... I want to go... But I got to stay...' she kept repeating in her head. This was hard trying not to disrepect Bay want run out without him. She couldn't take it, though. She burst out with a large bark and snarl when something moved in the distance. This couldn't be good. Someone, or rather; something was listening to the two go back and fourth. Alika's hackles stood on edge as she looked around through the shadows, the thing was still moving; probably on the move; trying to hide from her. She barked; trying to tell the thing to leave. No use.