when cometh the day we lowly ones

Elijah Winters · 04-13-2011, 05:56 PM

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Anyone is welcome to join except Alaine (who is Inferni I believe) and Elvira, who is a jerk. :> ILU BOTH.

Spring was swiftly encroaching on Nova Scotia, casting away the cold weather that he had come to accept as familiar. There was still a nip in the air during the mornings, but most of that time was spent staying warm in his blankets. By afternoon, once his dreaded sister had run off despite being told repeatedly to stay near their home, he would climb out from under his nest and toddle his rolly-polly puppy body down to the floor and off to explore. His mother had been gone for a few days now, but Princess and Haven were good babysitters and kept the trio in check. Most of the time, at least. Elvira still tried to bite him whenever they weren’t looking, but Elijah had quickly learned to cling to the adults, recognizing their safety.

He hoped that Ezekiel was around. His perception of time was flawed, so the time since his half-brother had left seemed much shorter than it was. Elijah walked with a bouncy, out-of-time step, tail high and wiggling as he went. Nasty Elvira’s scent was fading, indicating she had probably gone off to terrorize someone else for a while. Happy about this, the boy made his way down the steps. After having fallen down them once, he had begun to take his time in descending them. It was not difficult for him, as one might have thought, but he often paused and tilted his head to and fro as if he had forgotten what to do.

Once down, out was not hard. The door was open, likely from when his sister had run off, and Elijah squeezed out with little difficulty. He was immeasurably happy at the warmth of the sun, and ran into the too-green grass with a bounding, bouncing leap. This joy lasted only temporarily, for he stumbled and found his foot suddenly caught in the unseen trap of an animal’s hole. Panicked, Elijah began wailing at the top of his voice, a horrible puppy scream that demanded assistance.

Denver Mathis · 04-13-2011, 06:19 PM

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Assuming Eli's in the Hotel? Very silly post. WC: 511

He'd come here to find a room. Or, really, see if he could find a room that reached his high expectations. So far, he hadn't. But Denver was only on the first floor. Exiting the last disappointing door, he came to another, white-furred hand turning the knob easily, the door swinging open to reveal a sparsely decorated, dingy, and dust-covered room that he hoped wasn't occupied. Coughing as his lungs protested to the stale air, he waved his hand in front of his face, as if it would do anything to clear the large room simply filled with airbore pollutants. This was one door he'd regretted opening. The single window in the room was covered, blocking out whatever small amount of light may have filtered through the muck-covered windows. Instantly, Denver's nose upturned and he instinctively held his breath, floundering quickly to make his way out, now. He could not stand to be there.

He kept running, after passing through the door. He wanted out of that place, not just that room. Denver would go back, later, and try on the second floor, this time. That first floor room was simply terrible.

Bursting through the already ajar front door he thrust his body onto the ground, kneeling with his hands in the dirt, taking deep, desperate breaths. As if he would die, should he breathe any more of that foul, particulated air.

Just as he thought he'd managed to regain his composure, Denver's ears were pierced by an unholy scream of terror, pain, fear, and nearly everything else in one. Panicked, his eyes widened as he stared around, hoping someone would attend to whatever it was. Please, let there be someone else here, Oh, he did not want to have to be the one to help...whatever that was. Seconds later, as the screaming continued to a headache inducing degree, Denver realized that he had to make that noise stop. That no one else was coming. Fuck, he thought; he didn't want to dirty his hands, already covered in a layer of grime.

Denver ambled over, knowing the source was nearby, but then nearly tripped over the small, fluffy thing as he searched. "Oh, god, kid!" he screamed, in nearly as much surprise at what he saw as the young pup itself was. Gaining his footing, Denver heaved a sigh of near-relief and reached down to pull him out of the small rabbit's hole. He screamed, panicking, and Denver nearly let go of him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Why do I always have to do this shit? he though, a low growl coming out as he navigated the boy's incredibly small leg through the hole and out safely. "Stop that screamin'," he half-begged, half-insisted. As quickly as possible, Denver released the child near to the ground, glad to be able to step away from him now.

"You done, kid? Alive 'n' all?" he asked, panting and annoyed, hair tousled non-flatteringly. Another sigh, and his hands went to his light locks to re-set the hair.

Elijah Winters · 04-14-2011, 10:37 AM

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Directly outside of it, in the fields. <3

There was no sharpness as there might have been with teeth, but the pressure and the pain that came from his frantic twisting drove the puppy into hysterics. Blue eyes rolled wide and wild, looking desperately for his mother or Princess or Haven or Ezekiel to come save him. It had not even occurred to him that others might be around. Yet when his savior arrived, Elijah’s screaming was cut short at the order for silence. Almost instantly, his demeanor changed—once his paw was free and the pain gone, there was no reason for him to worry.

Landing awkwardly on his splayed paws, the puppy hit the ground and slipped, landing on his pudgy belly. Shuffling up to a seated position, Elijah’s bright eyes turned up and focused on the dog’s face. He was brown and white and looked somewhat like his mother, but was a stranger. Regardless, the puppy’s eyes went wide and owlish, mouth opening in a wide grin. His head tilted to an unnatural angle, tail wagging furiously enough to make his whole body wiggle. Yet he said nothing, only stared.

Denver Mathis · 04-14-2011, 10:29 PM

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WC: 201

Denver stood above the furry body, panting, with his hands on his hips. Much to his relief, the child stopped it's screeching quickly. Unfortunately, the noise was replaced by more odd behavior; the boy stared strangely up at Denver, his eyes wide and nearly glazed. The boy's unique, instant smile made Denver curious, confused. Brows pursed together as his own pale face contorted into a similar, adult expression.

"What're you lookin' at, boy?" he demanded, feeling as though he was already being made fun of, by a perfectly strange, young child. "'M I weird lookin'?" he asked, subconsciously running a hand through his hair, being sure it was properly tousled. "Well, you're weird lookin' too." he said, not being able to stifle a laugh at the kid's silly face, for a moment able to remember his own childhood.

Denver smirked, standing straight with hands on hips again, looking down at the dark gray child, bemused. "Well, why are you alone? Where's yer momma?" he wondered, ice blue eyes darting about the land, hoping she would come running soon enough to relieve him of this this he suddenly felt an undesired responsibility for. "'N what's yer name?" he added shortly. "'M Denver."

Elijah Winters · 04-15-2011, 08:03 PM

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The stranger’s face turned as he continued to talk, but the words came and fell without consequence. Elijah saw no hostility, as he so often did in his sister, which meant this man was his friend. Pleased at the arrival of such a new companion, he continued to grin widely, whole body wiggling with pleasure. It was the question about his mother that finally evoked a response, though this was only a sharp shake of the head.

Denver was the man’s name, though Elijah did not speak it aloud. He also did not answer the question about his own name. Instead, he jumped to his feet and then into a bow, chubby rump in the air as he indicated wordlessly he desired to play. The threat of his foot being stuck forever was gone and his new friend was here, so what more could he need? Wouldn’t Elvira be mad, having missed out on such a thing. That thought made him even happier, and he rushed forward to hit the dog’s leg with his body before turning and running as fast as his puppy paws could carry him.

Denver Mathis · 04-16-2011, 11:51 PM

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<3 WC: 306

The only response from the weird kid was a violent shake of his head, and Denver could not be sure what even that was a response to. The white wolf-dog did not know what to do. Icy eyes stared blankly, waiting for anything to happen, still desperately glancing about occasionally in hopes someone might still come running for the small charcoal-colored boy.

Suddenly, the fluffy thing leaped to his feet, bowing before Denver in a playful, wiggling manner, round little behind up in the air and tiny tail wagging fast. He couldn't help but be amused; the last time he'd seen a puppy play was with his own siblings, and those memories were far away, removed from his present state of mind. He didn't want to call them back, either, and so he simply watched the boy. The Southern hybrid wondered if this boy even knew how to speak, curious gaze watching him still as he hoped that some voice would come out.

Instead of a voice, the little puppy rose up and charged with his full body weight (admittedly, not a high number), managing to make Denver call out in surprise and stumble backwards in one step. "What the hell're you doin'?!" he said, staring down at the creature. He knew that the kid wanted to play, but he sure didn't want to do it. After crashing into his now sore left leg, the odd puppy had run off, and Denver felt unhappily obliged to follow. His steps were slow and uncaring, though, and he let out a sigh as he realized that his plans for the day had been drastically deviated. For now, at least he'd forgotten about that horribly dirty room.

"Where you goin'?!" he yelled after the kid, taking larger, though no more hurried steps to keep up with him.

Elijah Winters · 04-19-2011, 05:49 PM

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Through the grass he ran, each step bounding and forgetful of the horrors of the rabbit hole. He lived in a happy oblivion most of the time. Mottled gray and white fur betrayed him with each movement, for while the grass was tall, it was also the freshest and brightest spring green one could imagine. Secrecy was not his aim, only tag—he had learned this by watching Ezekiel and the horses. Viggo often ran into the coyote before taking off, leaving his golden brother chasing the monstrous animal and yelling in the same manner that the man following him did now.

Imagining he was in fact the tall and strong horse his brother rode, the puppy’s gait became a thumping one, taking odd beats as he mimicked the motion of the horse. A series of high-pitched barks escaped him as he slowed and turned, challenging the stranger to catch him. Again, he bolted off, head high as he fantasized being as mighty as the copper stallion.

Denver Mathis · 04-23-2011, 07:45 PM

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Hehe. WC: 241

Denver was not going to play chase. This kid didn't belong to him, why should he have to follow him, be responsible for him? No, he didn't want to. This child had nothing to offer him. Not only that, but he apparently couldn't even speak! Annoyed, Denver regretfully, unwillingly followed the boy, icy blue eyes following him carefully. The weirdo kid had taken off into the grass, and was now flailing around and jumping in a weird, stiff-legged way.

The dog just stood there, hands on his hips and staring out through furrowed brows at the odd monochrome child. The kid didn't slow down; excitedly, he doubled back, barking doggishly, trying to make Denver follow him. "No way, I ain't goin' out there!" He shouted, shaking his head and staring in opposition at the tall, pollen-filled grass. No, he would keep that out of his nostrils and off of his clothes, thank you very much. It was quite nice to look at, but that was all.

As the dark, mottled grey child took off again, bucking and barking and kicking his legs up, Denver turned and looked around again in hope. "Hey!" he shouted out helplessly to no one, "Someone come get this damn kid!"

"Kid!" he yelled, taking a single step forward, to the very border of the grass, but not crossing into it. "Get back here! Your mom'll be mad!" Maybe threatening him would work, Denver thought.

Elijah Winters · 04-25-2011, 12:37 AM

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Hahaha, have fun with him. XD Poor Denver.

Even though he understood the shouting and what the words meant, Elijah believed firmly that the man would follow him eventually. It wasn’t like he was asking much of him. Sometimes getting Odette to play with him was hard, but Elijah was stubborn in his own right, though in a much nicer way than his sister. Elvira wouldn’t have asked, she would have demanded; and if that didn’t work she would have sunk her sharp little teeth into the stranger’s foot to make him play.

Yet even as the man continued to yell, Elijah was oblivious to this. He bounded through the grass with awkward motions, nearly tumbling over his own feet several times. Things would have continued smoothly until that magical word was said. Mom wasn’t here, but she would be back soon no doubt. The threat she might even be mad at him, as she was often so mad at Elvira, was a shock to Elijah. Almost instantly the fun was over—he stumbled and fell and began to wail, terrified that his loving mother might in fact become mad at him for something so trivial.

Denver Mathis · 04-28-2011, 08:55 PM

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OHHH lol. Pokemon reference, what up? WC: 306

This boy had annoyed Denver enough. He clearly didn't care to listen, or didn't understand English, and the white mutt was about ready to just walk away from this little disaster, as the child took off again into the tall grass. Shouldn't he know not to go into tall grass, especially at his age?

"BOY!" he yelled again, firmly planted in his spot, but clearly angry. He did not want to go over there.

Icy eyes watched hopelessly as the boy stumbled again and fell, immediately beginning with that horrible noise again. Did I do that? What did I say? he thought, glancing around frantically, waiting for the kid to just shut up already.

He didn't, though, and Denver muttered a solid "God dammit," before stomping into the grass. The mutt's steps were high, and he tried his best to keep his clothing in tact as he moved unhurriedly towards the wailing child. Once there, he covered an ear and leaned down over the boy, a threatening finger pointing angrily. "Stop that noise! You still ain't dead!"

Denver wouldn't hurt a child that wasn't his own, but he'd be damned if he hadn't thought about it with this one.

"What's wrong now?!" he demanded, straightening as the noise began to cease.

Elijah Winters · 05-23-2011, 12:51 AM

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Hahaha, have fun with him. XD Elijah is the saddest puppy ever.

As it turned out, the wailing quieted as the man began to yell. While he understood yelling was done when someone had done something wrong (as his sister so often did) he did not believe he had done anything. Still, the stranger was pretty mad, and Elijah continued to sniffle and whine because he was quite upset. Black ears folded back, making him look all the more miserable.

The concept of communication was one he still didn’t quite understand, and as such he could not express the turmoil of emotions he felt. Instead, Elijah simply sat there and stared up at the other dog, too-blue eyes wide and pathetic. All he wanted was to play, but apparently that was wrong.

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