Lost in Sands (Andee/Open)

[Tsuttar]

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[atrb=background,http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7901/tsuttarmidcopy.jpg,true] 'Why are we here? It's dangerous.' The crystal clutched in his hairless, rat-like tail sounded nervous. However, the dirty wolf that held it in his tail simply rolled his eyes and continued trotting forward, attempting to ignore his crystal. 'I mean it, there's poisonous animals and it's too close to pack territory.' This time the wolf snorted and paused in his trotting to turn and glare at the crystal. "Coward! I fear nothing here! I will not be sssscared away! With that, he resumed his trotting as he went deeper into the desert. The wind began to pick up and it whipped his matted fur to and fro. He had to narrow his bright eyes to keep from getting sand in them. Now he was beginning to wish that he had listened to Christa though he wouldn't openly say that. No. He'd rather tough it out and keep going... That was before he felt a bite on the bottom of his paw pad. He yelped in pain and the clutch he had on his crystal loosened. "Yow! I've been bitten by a ssssnake! He leaped into the air and bounded around, unwittingly he had thrown Christa away into the sands. Currently he was more concerned about the trickle of blood coming from his pad, which unknowingly to him had been caused by a sharp rock and not a snake. He flailed his paw around and rolled onto his back with his eyes closed. Expecting the end... That was when he remembered that his crystal was no longer in his naked tail. His eyes snapped open and he leaped to his feet, he looked wildly around for his companion. Where was she?! Fortunately the wind had dropped and he was able to open his eyes as wide as they would go. However, he still could not find his best friend as he dug around in the water. Oblivious to the stone still lodged in his pad and the fact that the crystal was sitting behind him. "Oh, Crisssta! I'm so ssssorry! I will never disssagree with you again! "Tsuttar's words are this color!" These are Tsuttar's thoughts! 'Does Christa think?' Tags: Open Notes: --- Muse: 5/10 Words: 377

[Cymopoleia]

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[atrb=background,http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/backgroundforcymmiedogtable.png] The day was hot in the Windy Desert, but that was no surprise. This particular part of Terra saw little rain, little coldness, and little cloud cover. Small pockets of life did appear, oasis in the middle of what seemed a no-man's-land. These places of trees and pools of water were jewels to behold in the bright sun of the desert, spots of refuge to weary travelers. Cymmie was using one of these spots now, resting in the shade of sparse bush. Her thick belly fur was pressed against the cool sand as she panted to expel her body heat. Being a hybrid, with husky making up the dog half, she had very thick fur and was made for the colder climates, not the heat of a desert. Then why was she here? This desert was right on the edge of the Reapers' lands and yet no one came here if they could help it. Nothing was here, so there was no point in coming to the Desert. But Cymmie used it often as a place to get away from it all. She needed to do that a lot more it seemed. The stress of keeping quiet about her status of Alpha of the Rebels and yet still bow to the wolves had been devouring her from the inside out. The sound of someone howling in complaint came to Cymmie's ears. Something about being bitten by a snake alerted her to someone needing her help. The hybrid was up in a few seconds and was taking off toward the voice. The wind had finally cleared by the time she reached the wolf who did not look bit in the slightest, and she could finally see. He was desperately digging in the sand, calling for someone named Christa. One of Cymmie's white brows raised as she noticed a shiny stone laying a few feet from her. She approached it and glanced at it. Before turning back to the ragged looking wolf. "Have you lost someone in the sand, wolf? I don't quite know how that is possible but I will help you look." Cymmie would normally turn and walk away but this was a wolf and wolves were dangerous when they were crossed. For now at least. She had to watch her step, and at least offer to help.

[Tsuttar]

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[atrb=background,http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7901/tsuttarmidcopy.jpg,true] He was digging desperately but without success. He couldn't find Christa anywhere! And to top it all off the pain in his paw was getting worse! He was going to die without being reunited with his best friend! How terrible! How awful! How- "Have you lost someone in the sand, wolf? I don't quite know how that is possible but I will help you look." His ears perked up and his long, naked tail whipped back and forth happily in a poor impression of a wag. Tsuttar leaped into the air and turned around to face the heroine, his pointed teeth were bared in a strange looking grin of joy. "You will? Oh blessss you, dog, blessss you! Pleasssse, her name issss Chrissssta! Sssshe'ssss helplessss without me." With that he whimpered and started rooting around in the sand but to no avail. "Sssshe'ssss very ssssmall but sssshiny. Chrissssta sssshouldn't be thissss hard to find but sssshe'ssss throwing me for a loop." After a few more moments of shoving his nose and paws around the sand he finally sank down looking --if at all possible-- even more dingy and dirty than normal. He sneezed a few times and pouted as he realized how futile his efforts were in the stupid sand. His ears sagged and sand poured off of his muzzle and fur. He lifted a paw miserably into the air and licked it. While he had been digging the pain had gradually been getting worse, now it had set up a steady throb. "I sssshall die without finding my friend. Ssssee? A ssssnake bit me. Now I sssshall die!" His head lowered and he whimpered once more as he lifted up a paw for the dog to survey. If the wolf had only looked at the paw himself he would have seen that there was only a deeply wedged rock, not the twin marks of a snake bite. "Tsuttar's words are this color!" These are Tsuttar's thoughts! 'Does Christa think?' Tags: Cymmie, open Notes: Cymmie will be his favorite dog if she shows him where Christa is XD Muse: 5/10 Words: 352

[Cymopoleia]

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[atrb=background,http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/backgroundforcymmiedogtable.png] Cymmie was utterly perplexed by this wolf. Though she found him rather entertaining. He was slightly crazed, she decided. He talked of his friend as if she were an object. Because no wolf that Cymmie had ever met had been shiny. But then again this wolf didn't look exactly normal either. His fur was practically in tatters and his tail completely naked. As he dug deeper into the sand she glanced back at the stone, wondering for a moment if that shiny crystal was what he was looking for. She wouldn't put it passed him to name something inanimate as he didn't seem to be all there in the head. As he spoke of dying she tilted her head in confusion, the crystal now completely forgotten about. Had a snake really bit him? Was poison really now coursing through his veins and burning away his neurons? But as he lifted his paw for her to look at Cymmie could only laugh with relief, shaking her head to show she was once again calm. "Don't worry, you merely have a stone in your paw," she said with a chuckle and moved to remove it. "Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly remembering the small crystal behind her. She paused half-way toward him and tilted her head at him, "Is what you are looking for a crystal? Because there is one just behind me a few steps." She returned to moving toward him to take the stone out of him paw. As she grew closer, the smells of sand and heat melted away and she was greeted with the scent of a loner. She couldn't imagine living by herself, for the rest of her life. She had always had someone with her for her entire life except those few days when her parents had been gone. Loners must have had it so hard. Hunting was hard on them, when wounded you had no one to care for you, all alone... she shuddered on the inside. She was truly and utterly a pack dog. Even if that meant being looked down upon by those who ruled the pack. Words: 359 Muse: Pretty Good Song: A Thousand Years- Christina Perri OOC: Just woke up XD

[Tsuttar]

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[atrb=background,http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7901/tsuttarmidcopy.jpg,true] A laugh? Was that a laugh he'd heard? His eyes locked onto the canine furiously. How dare she laugh at him when he was in his last moments of life?! A snarl was just starting to make an appearance on his muzzle when the female gave the reason why she was laughing, "Don't worry, you merely have a stone in your paw,"

[/i] Instantly the snarl vanished and his long tail started whipping back and forth in its strange wag of joy. "Really?! And oh! You'd be sssso kind assss to remove it? Blessss you, my dear!" He held his dirty paw quite still for the dog to take out the offending stone.

When the female paused in her movement towards him the male perked his ears in curiosity. Why had she stopped? Had it turned out to be a snake after all? "Is what you are looking for a crystal? Because there is one just behind me a few steps."[/i] Tsuttar gave quite an un-wolf-like yelp of joy and he started squirming around, barely able to contain his joy. "Yesss, yessss, mosssst glorioussss yessss! My dear friend issss indeed a crysssstal. A mosssst beautiful crysssstal!" He extended his paw out further, hardly able to keep it from shaking in his excitement.

He imagined his reunion with his best friend, he would never let her out of his sight again... well... except when he had to hold her behind him in his tail, but that was different! How would he thank this traveler? Or was she really a traveler? Even as the dog drew nearer to him and examined his scent he examined hers. It wasn't as if he were consciously doing it for the crazed male hardly cared about where a wolf belonged but it was more of an instinctual thing. He quickly learned from the group smell that he scented that she was a pack dog. Hmm, he wondered what pack... Was is those Reaper fellows that he'd heard about? Well, it didn't really matter to him since he was a loner till the end. He didn't need some other scummy wolves watching his back! He and Christa were fine all by their lonesome, thank-you!

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"Tsuttar's words are this color!"
These are Tsuttar's thoughts!

'Does Christa think?'




Tags: Cymmie, Open
Notes: ---
Muse: 5/10
Words: 386

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[Cymopoleia]

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[atrb=background,http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/backgroundforcymmiedogtable.png] Cymmie had started to like this wolf. His odd mannerisms were oddly endearing and she found herself smiling at his excitement to be reunited with his inanimate friend. As she removed the rock from his paw she frowned at her friendliness toward the wolf. The Counsel of the Reaper Pack would not agree with this sort of outlook. All of the loners in Terra should be handled carefully especially if they showed signs of insanity. She did not want to cross the wolf Counsel when she was so close to her goal. The rebellion was slowly growing and she would eventually be able to take the offensive. Her eyes hardened and the walls around her heart went up. She would find no friendship with this wolf. Yet as he squirmed with eagerness she couldn't help the desire to share in his delight. "Why are you so excited to be given back a crystal when surely it is just an object?" she tilted her head and rose a brow. When before she had been so understanding of his kinship with the crystal now she was forcing herself to be harsh and to find something to hate about him. She turned slightly nodding to the shiny stone that lay a few paw steps behind her in the sand. It sparkled cheerily in the sun, as if mocking the wolf in front of Cymmie for not being able to find it. Cymmie wondered for a moment if this wolf was perhaps happier than her? Even in his insanity he had a true friend, even though it was just a crystal. Cymopoleia had no friend that she could truly trust, she doubt she would until the rebellion was over. She couldn't see herself trusting anyone to that extent when they could so easily stab her in the back. Though fate always seemed to have different plans. Words: 315 Muse: Good Song: Bad Romance (cover)- Halestorm "SPEAKING"