A look into tortured eyes

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Feathers lined the entry to the police station, making a path down into one of the offices, there weren't many but the one that had been chosen was right at the back of the station. Its wooden door had a name plate on the front but the humans' symbols were unreadable to Hamlet. He had chosen this office a few months ago. To him it was his until something else happened.
The office's walls were white with many small memorabilia hanging here and there. Against one of the walls was a large file cabinet, whatever it contained was inaccessible to him for he had paws not hands. There was a dark brown desk with a black leather chair sitting behind it and on the chair sat Hamlet.

He could have been mistaken for an adolescent human, but the fact that he was leaning on the table gnawing at the bird did not help his disguise much...though he was not really trying to hide from anything. Things usually feared him not the other way round.
His black maw greedily finished the bird leaving feathers flying through the room as freely as they would have if they were still one. He shook his head ridding himself of the one or two that had attached themselves to his maw. He then sneezed as one blew past his nose lightly tickling him.

He jumped down from his seat just as a bolt of lightning struck outside announcing the appearance of the storm. He froze, the sound startling him, with a blink he walked out of the office and down the stairs into the prison, after scanning the cells he quickly grabbed himself a pillow and heading back upstairs. The room gave him the chills, all the dead bodies that lay scattered. The worst was that the bones were not even white for the sun was refused entry though the small windows.

As he reached 'his' office once again he went to sit in a corner, putting the pillow down, he made himself comfortable before letting his mind roam. The first though that occurred to him was the fact that he had just brought a feather pillow into a room filled with feathers.

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Words//-368
Puppet//-Hamlet-thor
other//-none

[Calias]

Calias walked silently through the building, her paws tingling at each touch of the ground. It felt weird. Smooth, way too smooth. It wasn't like the sand on the beach that felt soft at first, then hurt when it scraped your paw. And it wasn't like the hard black pavement on the human roads. Sighing she continued walking. There was nothing to do, she was bored. This happened to her a lot.

The station was vacant, or so it smelled. She was oblivious to Hamlet-Thor's presence because she was only sniffing for humans. Dead ones. Yes, she was a bit twisted, but was it her fault she was hungry? Maybe. Her paw felt better, still a bit sore, but better than it had been on the beach last night. She hadn't eaten for a few hours and hunger pulled at her stomach. Humans deserved to die! All of them. Then dogs and wolves and all animals would rule. She barked a unhappy laugh and continued walking.

Suddenly the overpowering scent of male dog rushed into her nostrils. She stopped dead in her tracks. Calias hoped that a male wasn't following her. She wasn't in heat, so he'd really have no reason to. But it wasn't like she could turn off her beautiful looks. Unfortunately those were always on. The smell lead away from her, she decided that he'd probably been in here, then left. Turning around a corner she gasped and jumped back a little.

There was a dog, lying on a feathered bed in front of her. The fur along her back bristled in fear and her ears perked up, looking for any sign of aggression. Her dark black fur shined in the light and her brown eyes were large. "Uhm," she said stupidly. "Hello."

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Hamlet had known of the female long before she had noticed him. This to him was his station and he knew every little nook and crany, every little scent that passed his nostrils. He had heard her soft footsteps on the tiled floor.
He inspected her as she entered the room, her fur somewhat hard to see in the darkness along with her eyes. A Dark dog, she was large yet he was larger. He didn't want to stand up, for then he would possibly scare her...then it would possibly lead to a fight and he REALLY didn't feel like fighting right now. All he wanted to do was sleep. He sighed into his feathers waiting for her to speak and let his mind roam.

He remebered his father, they were exactly alike in everything but name. Though his father did have a twitch more evilness in him than Hamlet did. His stepfather though was a nightmare. He had threatened Hamlet with every twist and turn into his puppyhood. The stranger had saved him from that, somehow he had also known how his father had raped his mother and how his father had been murderd by his stepfather. Even through all the stories Hamlet still though his stepfather worse than his actual father. Murder was something Hamlet did not apprieciate.

He turned his attention back to the fea, she seemed lost, even a bit frightend, that cemented his decision to remain lying on the floor. As she gave her greeting he notticed how that when she had entered the room her fur had begun to shine and how her eyes had grown larger.
"No need to fear fea, no harm will befall upon you, I am Hamlet-thor, may I ask your name."
when he finished speaking he sat patiently and waited for her reply wishing he had a bone to nibble while he waited.

[Calias]

He didn't stand, he just looked at her. Calias blushed under her fur. Her tongue felt swollen, like she couldn't talk and she bit her lip. Well great, she'd made a fool of herself. Shrugging her head she spoke, trying to make the words sound dignified and graceful. If only she could talk as well as she ran. "I'm Calias." It seemed like the appropriate thing to say. This dog, Hamlet-Thor, he didn't exactly look like a rapist. "Why are you all alone here?" She inquired, blushing more. Did that sound too blunt? Did she sound stupid?

"I mean I guess you could be here if you want, I'm not going make you leave or anything. I was just wondering." Calias sat, sweeping her fluffy black tail around her paws and watching the tan dog in front of her. She came to the conclusion that he was handsome. Her gaze drifted around the room, looking at the walls. There was a variety of different nic-nacs on the walls and ground. Humans were so cluttered, everything they owned was so breakable and fragile. How could you play with it properly if it broke when you threw it on the floor?

"Hamlet-Thor," Calias whispered. "That is quite and interesting name you have there. Who named you? Mother, or father? My mother named me after some town in France, or whatever the humans call that place. She said it was where she was born. I don't know why humans name the places they live such weird names. I call my home, home. I call my bed, bed. Simple, but affective." Now she was rambling on nervously like a frightened little pup.

Oh, joy. Listen to what you're saying Calias! Who wants to be the friend of a lunatic? Probably not him. I wouldn't blame him for running off. She sighed.

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Hamlet chuckled, the female seemed nervous yet in a way charming. "I am here alone because I do not wish to be with my pack at this specific moment and this place is sortoff my own." He looked around the room and unlike his companion admired the beauty of the pictures and gadgets. He loved to just look at them and let himself drown in thier beauty. Though some were not as grand as others they still called out for admiration. His favourite peice was the painting of the city with all the cars and busiling life. He had no problem with humans, they were creatures as was he but he would treat them as he treated any other dog.

"You ask from whence my name comes? Niether my father nor my mother named me for the name they gave me long disapeared into memory, well the memory my mother gave me. I never knew my father. I left home when I was only but a few months old and was taught by a wise dog for many years. He used to just call me pup or child so when finally it was time for me to leave I had no name. He then decided to name me, I would have gotten myself another but the name stuck"

He gave a weak smile before carrying on, unlike Calias he was not talking hurriedly. He let himself relax and talk calmly describing every detail slowley letting the words flow around them leaving no gap for misunderstanding.

"Calias is a nice name I think, yet you do have a point about a home been a home and a bed a bed yet you should have names for certain places and things should you not? Such as the park, or our own names?" He looked at her questionaly. Trying to let his calm profile calm her. He did not like seeing others as agitated as she was.

[Calias]

Calias sighed. "Yes, I suppose that is agreeable." She sat, wrapping her black tail around her paws and bit her lip. The truth was that she wasn't very social, as a pup her mother had kept her away from the other pups, saying they were bad and evil. She said they'd hurt Calias if she tried to be their friend. So she didn't. She stuck to herself and when her mother died, she was totally unprepared. It had been like pushing someone who didn't know how to swim in a river and expecting them not to drown.

"So..." She trailed off, trying to make small talk. "Is this your home?" Calias thought it wouldn't be a very pleasant place to live. Though human things were pretty, they were junky too. She could have never lived here, it was too closed in. The woods were a much better home for her, they were calming and soothing and she loved them very much. The smell of the trees and the sap and the ocean. In real life she was a great swimmer, in the metaphorical world, she was dead.

A thought ran into her mind, wide-eyed, like a deer about to be road-kill. What if Hamlet thought she was insulting his home? She scrambled to speak. "I mean, it's a nice place here. Homey. Warm. It seems protected from the outside world." Now she was going to try and change the subject. "Are you this jail's only resident? Do other creatures live here too?"

She coughed nervously, feeling her skin heat up another few degrees. Great. This was what Calias did. Say something. Think about what she said. Realize that it might sound different to whoever she was talking to. Blush. Try to say something else. Blush. Try and change the topic. Blush. It was a very good system.

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"It depends how you look at itHe chuckled, though he probably would have laughed if he had seen her blushing, luckily dogs' blushing could not be seen...well unless you were a white dog. Then it would show to all the world.
"I stay with both my pack and here and many other places, It depends where I am when I find darkness desending, about the others, well I actually do not know" He smiled at her, he had seen nothing wrong with her question. A question was a question and that was that. She would have only found something wrong with it if there had been an edge to her voice and there hadn't so nothing wrong.

He yawned and put his head on his paws eyeing her and waiting for her reply. It was getting late. He didn't mind, he could sleep late in the morning since he was here and not with his pack...they would have woken him up. Maybe the Fea was tired? Well if she was then she was he didn't mind if she had to leave. Then again, maybe she could sleep here. Her scent was quite pleasant in his nostrils and he would be glad to have her company.

The rain oustide had subsided, leaving behind a cold wind, but Hamlet did not feel it for he was inside. Shielded from the elements by a mans' creation. He didn't really mind. A place where he slept was a place where he slept. His real home was with his pack. He wished to be there now but he was here talking with Calias. It really was a nice name, sorta rolled off his tongue. And the bearer wasn't that bad either. She was pretty. He liked her dark fur, yet she seemed afraid and unsure. Nothing a bit of kindness can't fix.
What about you fea, where is your home?