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- Beppe Agapito - 01-09-2008 [html]
- Merit Acidic - 01-11-2008 [html] It was far from often that a puppy felt big, towering, or noticeable, especially in comparison to others. Everyone seemed to be so big, so grown-up, and a hill that went unnoticed by one, tended to be a mountain. He was old enough to not be so small and insignificant feeling, but when he walked through the Concrete Jungle, it was as though he was walking into the past. The walls of buildings, crumbling frames with broken windows and collapsed roofs, seemed to loom over him ominously in the shadows. His height, which had much improved over the past few months, seemed to be nothing. The streets were littered with remnants of the once great structures, and various other objects that he did not know the name of, yet. Wood, stone and glass poked at and crunched beneath his over-sized paws as he moved, and he would occasionally flinch as something dug into the paws. A particularly sharp piece of glass stabbed into the pad of the appendage, and he raised it to his violet-hued eyes. Rather than frown, pout, or whine - whatever it was that most kids would - he just looked at it indifferently, before gripping the glass between his front teeth. With a smooth, fluid pull, the small piece of glass was freed from him, and he spat it to the side. He had been about to move on, when the sound of something reached his ears. Well, someone. He looked around anxiously, before jogging off into the general direction. To his surprise, however, he came face to face with an even darker area, where things were obviously not right (but, then, what was right in that place?). There was the soft, repetitive dripping of water, along with the skittering of rodents in the shadows, and the male frowned. Would he have to go through that in order to see who else was there? Maybe. With a sigh, he quickly darted through, emerging on the opposing side. Hello. [/html] - Beppe Agapito - 01-11-2008 [html] It was strange to Beppe that, while the rest of the city had degraded so far past its purpose, the fountain bubbling in front of him continued to thrust water into the air. He came close enough to see the stone fish lining the circumference of the fountain, and as he continued to approach he caught an orange glimmer beneath the grimy surface of the water. The boy's amber eyes narrowed as he moved even closer, laying his hands down on the ledge and leaning over.
In the moment that he realized the pool was crowded with bright orange, fat fish, a voice spoke out to him. Though he had been surprised, a sense of constraint caused him to turn slowly to look at the other. "Hello.." At a loss of words, Beppe was silent for a moment before saying, "There are fish in this." There were a couple questions that were in his head; what did the fish eat, and could the wolves eat them? It seemed like some divine force would be opposed to the consumption of these unlikely creatures, because it must be working hard to keep them there in the first place. - Merit Acidic - 01-14-2008 [html] Fish. There were fish in the water... And for some reason, that simple fact - as insignificant, and positively normal as it way - excited the boy. He grinned, before trotting over to the liquid. Really?he asked, before shoving his nose into the fountain. Colours danced before his violet eyes; the various metallics of fish. Oranges, golds, silvers, blues, even the occasional green, caught the light and shimmered. Carefully retracting his muzzle from the water, he rose a paw, and it stayed suspended for a few moments, before it was in the water with a flash. But he missed, and pouted as his paw came back empty, and the fish scattered. Ah, well, he'd just have to try again, right? So, who're you? [/html] - Beppe Agapito - 01-17-2008 [html] The fact that someone else was here as well made the deep rooted feeling of unrest that nestled deep inside Beppe's bones calm itself a little. The guilt of trespassing was shared between them now, or perhaps even voided because the foreign wolf could hazard a guess that it wasn't actually trouble to be here. The souls of humans would not be able to do a thing to him, and though he felt like they definitely could he tried to surpess that apprehension. At least he would be spared half their wrath.
Before Beppe had gathered the words to reply, the other was at the water's edge and looking in. The younger wolf was being hasty, and he had half a mind to warn him though there was no basis for it other than his agitation. Slightly shocked after the pup had taken a shot at the water, as this was something that would certainly upset the balance of things, the charcoal wolf hesitated a moment before replying, "I am called Beppe.. and you?" Despite his attempts to bury his quivering superstition it managed to stay, and he watched the puppy with a wary eye. - Merit Acidic - 02-17-2008 [html] He was not a creature without compassion. Of course not; if some animal was hurt, he felt bad; if someone had a harsh past, he saddened for them. He did not, however, feel bad for things such as prey. Fish, especially, he felt nothing for; they were more mindless and dull than any other. Sharks, perhaps, could be interesting, intelligent, but he had never met one; he'd never know for sure. Because of that, he was looked at the dark male questioningly when he seemed so surprised. It was just a fish. I'm Merit Acidic. [/html] - Beppe Agapito - 02-21-2008 [html] [/html]Beppe's gaze shied away from the look that the other was giving him, shuffling a little in his place and trying to hide his sheepish expression. The boy wouldn't have been able to explain why these fish were sacred, only that they were. Surely, hiding in these red lanterns or within the weathered face of the statues, were gods, watching the two young wolves with heavy hands. Once they had made their judgement, those gods would work in their mysterious ways and craft a net so heavy that Merit and his yellow-bellied new acquaintance Beppe would be unable to slip beneath it. - Merit Acidic - 03-15-2008 [html] The story that the other male gave was... something that Merit found hard to believe. He understood what he was saying, and why he should be wary of killing those pretty fish, but the story itself was just odd. Didn't everything die, sometime, though? And didn't that mean that Vito would be strong again, anyway? Time passed, things died and were born, even in fish. The only things that might have lived forever were stars and planets and, maybe, plants. But that doesn't sound righ —before he could finish his sentence, the male began to leave. Oh. Okay, bye, Beppe. [/html] |