[Looks] Can.Be (Deceiving)

[»Kinetic™]

The sun was slowly starting to set beyond the horizon, a canvas of colors being presented in the heavens above. One day was starting to come to a close, and soon another would start its humble beginning. Fall had entered the city just recently and it was already starting to show the signs of its presence. The leaves in the trees started to morph into shades of orange, red, yellow and brown before drifting to the ground below. The temperatures were decreasing and the wind was picking up. Soon the last remains of summer would have been chased out of the city until it was to arrive three seasons later. There was nothing wrong about fall, but for whatever reason Clark seemed less fond of it than his favorite season of summer. It was fun in the beginning, but once the trees were left bare without their cover of leaves their magic seemed to have been taken from them. And once it was winter everything was just brown and white. At first the snow is great but it becomes a bore real quick. Summer is always full of surprises and is always unpredictable. No two days are ever the same and there is always something in store for you. But the fact was that it was fall and summer was coming to its end. There was no use crying over something that was, instead it was time to focus on what this new season had to offer. Every season had something special about them even if other seasons had more to offer. Half the fun of life is trying to make something good out of a bad situation.

Humans ran the airlines during the day, but during the evening ours all flights were dormant. Tourists no longer came to the city and the people who did live in the city had no reason to leave. Most planes that did come were filled with cargo and not people. But when the sun went down it was time for the canines to rule the city. Four apricot paws carried Clark forwards towards the abandoned airlines. All humans had left their post and now it was his time to explore. First he made his way around the perimeter of the grounds inspecting to make sure he was in fact alone. The last thing he needed was some straggler human who stayed behind for late night work. When he was confident he was the only one present he found a hole in the rusted fence where he could crawl through. Humans were careful to place barbed wire at the top of the barrier to keep others from scaling it. But what they forgot was that dogs did not climb, they dug and instead of going up they moved down. His two front paws were the first to crawl under clearing a path for the rest of his body to follow. His torso slid against the asphault until he made it to the other side. Once across he shook out his pelt of any unwanted rocks or dirt which may have become bedded inside. With a final scan of the terrain with his optics he was on his way ready to explore the grounds of the airport which no canine before him had dared to do.

It was strange being all alone in a huge lot walking across the hot concrete which had yet to release the warmth of the sun's rays. A few planes rested on the runways motionless and lifeless. One of them would provide his way inside of the main port. A step of stairs led to where the cargo was stored at the bottom which was the first step in making it inside. So the collie trotted over to the beginning and hiked up the flight with ease. Once inside he weaved through boxes and crates which had yet to be unloaded. There was nothing too exiting and quickly he managed to find a way up to the second level of the plane where the humans would ride. His eyes darted back and forth as he made his way through the alleyway. He half expected a human to be seated in one of the seats but instead he way all alone. Once at the front of the plane he turned and exited through the main doors. And finally Clark made it through the terminal and into the waiting areas. It was dead silent with only the sound of nails clicking against the cold hard tile echoing off the walls. Everything was dark with a flickering exit sign being the only source of light. He paused, lowering his hackles to the cold ground halfway through one of the rooms designated for those waiting for a specific flight. His orbs scanned everything before him expecting someone else to be here. But at least for the moment he was all alone.

..:: Puppet: Clark
..:: Post for: [ skye ]
..:: Word count: 817
..:: Muse: Will be better once you get here
..:: Notes: The beginning was good but lost muse towards the end. But hurray your first post with Amity =][/color][/font]

[S K Y E.]

Rhythmic paws thudded the smooth surface of the airlines main runway as a carmel and white pelted blur streaked through the chilled black night. The canine's head turned to glance over her shoulder and her lips pulled back into an alarming and menancing smile. It seemed out of place on the femme's pretty and delicate features yet the look the burned alive from her copper optics suggested otherwise. The Ashai leader allowed her gaze to return to the large building beginning to loom in front of her. She did not know why her strong limbs had carried her to this location or how the canines she had left in turmoil behind her were handeling their, err, situation she had so gracefully left them in. It was not her problem they had gotten rapped up in her endearing eyes, her personal favorite feature and most dangerous weapon she kept hidden up her sleeve.

As Amity's paws struck the pavement, an array of golden, yellow, and red leaves stirred on the ground softly floating into the air for a second before swaying down to the ground. It was the middle of the autumn season by now and the trees that encompassed the outskirts of the airport were growing barer and barer. The trees were merely naked skeletons and left looking like something was missing without their coat of leaves. Amity enjoyed the crisp air of autumn that still held some slight warmth in it. The sun was always a warming blanket on her long haired coat sending bubbling tingles of champagne down her limbs and into her toes. As much as she enjoyed the atmosphere of autumn, she could not wait until the first blanket of snow encusted the ground. The secrets and mysteriously of the frosted white world thrilled Amity and the thought of it caused her tail to wag as her strides finally began to slow.

Amity's intake of breath became louder and more frequent as she slowed to a long strided trot. The only bad thing about the weather growing colder was it grew harder to regain your breath. Her lungs felt choked and starved for a few seconds before they finally filled with a big breath of fresh air. Amity had arrived at the big white building at the loading area for the planes. She darted under the belly of a big cargo liner, army crawling through the wheels and legs before lowering her belly and limbs to the ground at the end. Amity's whole body froze for a minute, her ears pricking and her nostrils flaring, searching for the scent of fresh canine over the overwhelming burn of humans. Her tail twitched as she caught a strong scent, a male shepherd mix like herself she figured. "Not an issue," she muttered to herself, the first lyrics the canine had sung in close to an hour.

She rolled out from under the plane, rolling another time for dramatic effect before standing up and shaking the dirt from her pelt. Amity's orbs searched the building for some opening that would allow her to enter the building, lightening up when she noticed the big square about ten feet off the ground whose opening was hidden by pieces of black plastic fabric. "Well theres my entrance, now where's my assistance?" Amity reasoned outloud as she investigated the bottom height of the plane wings with the closeness of the hole in the wall. As she lifted her carmel cranium up, she knew the odds were of her reaching the plane wings were none, but if she got up enough of a running start she should be able to reach the wall and hang on long enough to pull herself up.

Getting to the plane's wings was still and issue though. Amity's glistening pools surveyed the plane, looking for a way up, when they stumbled upon a cargo luggage cart. The humans must have left it ready for tomorrow for it was piled with boxes and parked right next to the plane. Amity's ears pricked forward and a whine of excitment escaped her. Her tail wagged as she briskly trotted over and stuck her nose in the boxes to sniff them for danger. Nothing. She sat back on her legs a little and her tail wagged faster and faster as if revving her engine. Finally she sprung into the air, landing neatly and squarely on a box. She balanced herself before jumping again, and one more time. The boxes at the top of the cart were lighter than those at the bottem and she felt herself swaying more and more. Now almost even with the plane's wings, she lept onto one. Her nails scraped and skidded aganst the cold metal material and Amity felt herself slip, her shoulder hitting hard onto the wing. No yelp escaped her mouth though and she quickly righted herself.

Adrenaline coarsed through every fiber of her being as Amity stopped and gathered her strength. Her left should throbbed but it was nothing more than brusing. Amity felt the cool air of night rushing past her at this elevation and whistling in her ears. It was so fresh up here and she had never felt so alive. Savouring every second Amity thrust her long legs out and sprinted for all she was worth, throwing herself at the building's hole. Her front paws touched solid ground and as she went to pull herself forward, Amity's shoulder gave way. She slipped backwards as her nails scraped against the carpet inside the loading hall of the airport. Her claws grabbed a few threads from the carpet, saving her from falling to her death, yet her shoulder would not allow her to pull her weight the rest of the way up. All she could do was wait for the next surge of adrenaline or hope someone would be nice enough to help.

WC;; 979
IDEAS;; clark could here the noise and come to her rescue

[»Kinetic™]

Everything was so silent, so peaceful it was almost like Clark was in a dreamy state of mind. Even the wind rustling outside remained hushed to respect the silence of the air port. To some silence was a good thing, but to the collie just seemed rather strange. He was used to the noises of the city and the constant rush and activity which came with it. But in this setting there was no chaos to speak of. He stood up raising his hackles from their once seated position and two deep brown globes still eying the room. Maybe there really was someone here and he was just missing them. He kept his auds pricked ready to catch any sound. Even the lightest thump which could lead him to find another. But at least for the moment only his was the one to be felt. He sighed hoping maybe someone would appear out of the blue. A canine of course not a human running late from their work. He was about to start forwards giving up on anyone to find him when he heard the softest thud. His dial turned to the side to one of the terminals where the noise had came from. His liquid pools only took a moment to pin-point a female hanging from the side of the loading hall. Her caramel colored coat glistened in the little moonlight given off, almost as if to appear as an angel fallen from heaven. He could not see her too well from the distance which lingered between them, but her snow dipped paws appeared to be slipping as she held on for dear life. One thing was for sure: she needed help and Clark was the only one present which could deliver it properly.

Without taking any more time to think it over Clark quickly cantered over to the hall where the female hung. Her claws hung just by threads to the maroon carpet though the reason why she could not pull herself up was still unknown. But one misstep and she would fall to the ground below which could severely injure her. Once at her side Clark did not even take the time to ask if she needed help or if she was okay. He had already lost enough time as it as and worthless chatter could cost them both. He lowered his cranium wrapping his ivories across the scruff of her neck. This would not hurt her but help give her the extra boost she needed to keep from falling. Her long pelt tickled his tongue as he was careful to keep his bite soft so he would not break the skin. He planted his paws firmly on the ground being careful not to lose his balance and fall. His own claws started to slip as his nails scratched against the cold floor with every tug he took. But eventually he and the female he was grasping had enough energy to lift her from her dangling posture and they both fell backwards into the loading hall. He took a few moments to inhale oxygen into his lungs and to get a grasp on reality. Both he and the female were safe which was his intentions from the start. He had a natural instinct to help others which he did not have the ability to ignore. Some loved this, others wished he would leave them alone. What way it worked in this case was yet to be deturmined.

After a pause Clark slowly got back onto his feet and rose off the dusty carpet. He shook his apricot pelt of any materials which may have become lodged within it before turned his glance to the female. For the first time he noticed her shoulder seemed to be swollen from some kind of injury. There was no blood or open wounds, just the muscle slightly larger on one side than the other. Here in the darkness her coat was no longer illuminated but overtaken by shadows. He moved his orbs away from her injury and into her eyes keeping his sincere. "Are you okay miss?" he asked her keeping his banner low without a wag. She was not in the Kari pack that much he knew from just a glance but she did seem to have the scent of a pack on her. After a split second Clark realized she was a member of the Ashai pack. And not just the member, but the leader. He instantly bent his limbs into a bow and dipped his cranium to the floor. He might have offended the alpha which was not a good start for an encounter. "A thousand pardons Amity, I did not realize it was you." No wonder she had looked so familiar. He had never seen her face to face but her cloak smelt of Ashai, and only a female this beautiful could ever rule such a pack. He kept his head dipped until he heard her speak hoping she would forgive him for his actions. He had only been trying to help her but should have been more respectful to such a queen. So he would either be thanked or pay an ultimate price for his previous action. Time would be the one to decide the penalty.

..:: Puppet: Clark
..:: Post for: [ skye ]
..:: Word count: 880
..:: Muse: Moderate to high
..:: Notes: I hope I left you with enough without rambling =][/color][/font]