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The rain was doing an admirable job of doubling as both a blessing or a curse. On one, unfortunate hand, it was icy and cold, and the drops felt like pinpricks as they penetrated through her wiry fur. She'd gotten out of the rickety boat that had seen her safely over here, and she had hoped that the weather would remain nice. But it hadn't. The skies had darkened with ominious gray clouds, and she had darted about frantically, looking for a place to hide from the impending storm, but she'd found nothing.
On the side of positive things, though, the rain was at least able to wash the wretched sea salt from her pelt, and replaced it with a chilly dampness. At least she'd be...clean, though. There. Always an upside to things, provided you were persistant enough to look for it.

Her wandering had lead her to a city. It was intimidating, this city. She’d never seen anything like it. She was used to the country, not the buildings closing in on her, constraining her movements. Thankfully, though, things were quiet, the streets seeming to be abandoned with the coming of the storm. Whoever lived in this city was wise enough to retreat into one of the massive buildings that the humans had occupied, when they’d been around. Where she’d come from, it had been different, there were still humans left…

The sun was bright, it glared on the green grass…Faen had never seen colors so vibrant, and neither had her human companion, Maggie.
“It’s so pretty, Fae…” The human spoke to Faen from where she sat, at the base of an oak tree. “I wish that every day we had was like this. Sunny. Warm. Just you and me, nobody else to worry about…” Faen had never adored anybody as much as she did Maggie. The girl was so sweet, so kind, a good friend, though she sometimes needed a bit of gentle nudging (and the occasional nip) to stay on the right track with her life.


Maggie had died two weeks later. That was when Faen had started to run, run away from everything, and when she’d found the shipyard. She missed Maggie, she missed her home…but they were miles away now. No more green grass, no more cloudless skies. Home was far away, and it was time for a new start, in this dreary gray setting. Hopefully it would be pleasant once the rain stopped, Faen wasn’t entirely sure if she could bear a world that was this cloudy all of the time. She destracted herself from thinking about Maggie with these idle ponderings, and was doing a great job of it. Another distraction was provided by the sudden appearance of a building that looked…well, at least uninhabited, if not particularly inviting. The place was boarded up, but the largest of the doors was left ajar, and Faen decided that it wouldn’t hurt to take a look inside, a way to get out of the rain, at least for a little bit. She nudged the door open with her nose, and slipped inside, just barely making it through the opening that she had created. It was sad that the place was so dimly lit, that because of the grayness outside, she really couldn’t see anything of it. There was a glimmering chandelier of jewels dangling from the unreachable ceiling, and Faen couldn’t imagine how beautiful the gems looked when lit with sunlight.

She knew what this kind of place was called. A hotel. Maggie had stayed in one with her once, except…no, it was smaller than this place. Smaller, one floor, a few rooms that reeked of cigarette smoke. Maybe this was just a different…level of hotel, something higher up than the pathetic little establishment that they had stayed in. Faen was certain that it was colder in the drafty building than it was outside, but at least there was an opportunity for her to dry off and not die of a cold, and in order to rid herself of some of the dampness, she shook fiercely, sending droplets of water flying throughout the room, and landing upon some of the few pieces of furniture that were left. They were grand things, certainly. Armchairs, upholstered with exquisite crimson fabric (or, they would have been exquisite had it been a few years earlier), a couch, an empty fireplace…Faen didn’t even have the initiative to explore the other rooms, this lobby was enough for her, with its decaying imported palm trees and decrepit furniture, and she dashed around from chair to chair. Like…oh, it was a human children’s story…Goldilocks, that was who. Looking for the seat that was just right. And she found it. The loveseat was just a little too small to accomidate her size, but the couch had a few metal springs poking dangerously from its coushins, so she settled down on the loveseat after a few moments of pawing at it. She filled the whole space of the thing, and perched with her massive paws draped over the edge of the arm of the chair, her head resting upon it. Sometimes being so much larger than the world around was inconvenient. Maggie had always said that she liked Faen’s size.
“I’ll always know you’re there with me,” she’d said, “There’s no way I’m ever going to lose you.

Faen rattled her head from side to side, as though trying to shake thoughts of Maggie out of her mind. So much for a fresh start, she couldn’t seem to leave the past in the past, to let it go.A heavy breath left her body, and she allowed herself to sink into the cushions of the seat, letting it support the whole of her weight, which it managed with a creaking grown. A fresh start? This rundown hotel was sure a funny place to begin.



Puppet Faen
Words 1,005 (that five is very, very important.)
Muse Loadedd.
Comments Second intro as a four-legged critter. ^^ ilikeit.

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Sometimes the city was nice. The sun would beat down on the city of Nashua and everything would be full of life. It glistened off the lakes and shimmered on silver surfaces. Everyone was happy when the sky was a light blue and only a few puffy cumulus clouds were present in the sky. But today was not one of those days. The sky was covered by a thick blanket of clouds blocking the sky and not allowing the sun to penetrate through its barrier. At first the rain was just a slight sprinkle and it was bearable. But then as time progressed the rain started to come down harder and at this point Clark had to find some type of shade or else his pelt would become completely soaked. The city was dead when the rain came since most were smart enough to go inside one of the various buildings to keep from getting wet. After all it was fall and when there was rain wind was sure to follow. The combination of the two could easily cause a stray to become ill, and living on the streets becoming sick was nothing to brush off lightly. Many took advantage of any sign of weakness shown by another especially if they resided with the Fang pack. So to avoid the problem Clark scanned the terrain with two open eyes looking for the safest haven to rest, at least until the rain let up. The storm had yet to fully take affect but the deep gray shade told anyone who dared to look up it was soon to become worse. The city had been due for a storm for quite a while after such a long drout so it was no surprise to see it come. But now that it was here it was time for Clark to find some shelter and fast.

Four limbs carried him forward across the middle of the abandoned streets. There was no one one around for miles, just open streets with only the sound of rain droplets hitting the asphault after their long journey falling from the sky. The softest roar of thunder could be heard off in the distance as the storm started to gain more power. Streams began to race down either side of the street from gathered rain water. With them they carried leaves, twigs and any other debris they could find. Clark remained in the middle of the road to avoid dipping his velvety paws in the cold liquid. Until he found a proper shelter he decided it would be best to remain at the highest point of the road where the droplets parted and made their way to either side into the streams which continued to race by him. His optics followed their movements passed him. He would never know how far the droplets would travel and where they would end up. Then again there were many things in this life that an answer to would just never be discovered. You could not ponder over such small things that did not matter as much as the big picture. He sighed as his orbs made their way back forwards trying to find a building which would provide him with the best shelter. So far all the ones he had passed had some type of human inside and the last thing he wanted was some interaction with a human he did not care to be with.

Rain continued to fall from the skies above and this time they were pounding against the ground with much force. So much for finding shelter in time. His pelt was soon soaked to the bone with the rain and not even an inch of his cloak was dry. He was starting to grow desperate to find somewhere to shelter himself so he could dry off and get some rest for the evening. After all it was getting rather late and he wanted to have some sleep before the sun was to rise the next day. Ahead he saw a building which seemed to stand out against the rest. Something about it was different, and it only took a minute for Clark to realize no lights were on inside. There was no human life within it which made it the safe haven he had been searching for. His lips curled into a smile, his tail starting its swish back and forth with happiness. His pace quickened as he grew closer and closer, nails clicking rhythmically against the concrete below. Then he turned to his right and gracefully leaped across the stream running down the side of the street and landing on the sidewalk. His talons were quick to grasp onto the concrete so he would not slip while landing. Then he looked up at the building before him. He knew there were no humans inside, but he was unaware if any other canine had entered previously before him. But he did not taken this into consideration and was quick to make his way over to the door to stop the rain from drilling his back.

Slowly the front door creaked open, the rusty hinges howling into the abandoned room before him. Clark flinched at the ear shattering noise before making his way into the room. The door remained dormant for a few moment before the wind cause it to shut with a loud boom of thunder quickly following it. He turned his dial to look out the shattered window seeing the rain poor down before him. It was certainly awful and he was thankful to finally have found shelter. He then turned to face the room before him looking it over trying to decide where the best place to rest was. He wandered over to a small waiting area, probably where those who had to check in would sit until it was their turn. But when he rounded the corner he saw another canine perched on the love seat. He paused, studied her over to deturmine she was not a threat and then allowed a small smile to cross his features and his banner to go a-wag. "Why hello there," he started off, then realizing his appearance was probably not the best since he was drenched with water. He shook his coat to help dry it quicker before looking up at the female once more finishing off his sentence. "Sorry about my appearance, I got caught up in the storm." The only other seat available was the couch which had springs sticking out of the cushions. Clark looked for the patch with the least coils and made his way over, leaping up onto the couch. He turned a few times before laying on his side facing the female. "So what brings you here? Trying to find shelter from the storm too?" It probably was the cause, but he asked her anyways.

_.: Puppet: Clark
_.: Word count: 1,144
_.: Muse: Much
_.: Notes: Sorry I couldn't get this up sooner my mom was growing impatient with me =P but here it is, better late than never.[/color][/font]

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Faen’s head tilted at the sound of the door creaking open, eyes fixed on the newcomer silently sneaking inside. Well, he wasn’t really sneaking in the sense that he was trying to be frightening, he simply was not making much noise. You shouldn’t lie there… those were the first words that she spoke to the stranger. Hardly a proper greeting, but the words were inflected with a certain amount of concern, though not too much. She didn’t know the dog who had just meandered in, so she did not feel the need to be violently alarmed, but she felt that a polite notice of the danger that the couch was necessary. The new male settled down without much of a problem, though, he probably had not even heard her comment. As he remarked of his appearance, Faen could not help but chuckle the slightest bit. “Nothing to be worried about. You can’t very well keep the rain from falling. I’m in the same state.” At least the crust that the salt of the ocean had formed on her coat had disappated, her stringy gray fur would not be stiff, just damp. And yes, that is why I’m in here. Glad to have found this place, too. I’d have died of the chill, at least it’s a little better in here…I like this so much better than the boat, that stupid thing…lucky it didn’t sink, I had no idea where I was, half that time… she stopped herself before she drifted into a tired sort of rambling. I’m Faen, by the by, she said, suddenly lighthearted, adjusting her position in the chair to face him. A little bit new here, I am…strange city. It’s all so…empty… she recalled all of the boarded up windows, seeing their ghostly images flit through her mind. Her tail flicked lazily back and forth, beating dully against the fabric of the chair, and sending a cloud of dust flying from the arm of it, she coughed slightly as it drifted over to her.

Faen decided that a walk was in order. She felt uncomfortable, sitting down while a stranger was around. Just in case. She paced back and forth easily, her stride huge but nonetheless light. She paced like that for a bit, and was reminded of just how much she dispised the indoors and its confines. Her tail kept swishing from side to side as she walked, and then after a few moments, she turned to the stranger who was settled on the couch. These are human buildings. she said, stating what was so painfully obvious. There is no…possibility that our kind could have constructed this sort of…elegant monstrosity, we haven’t the means, She was keen on the stranger now, meeting the other square in his eyes. These are human buildings, my…friend…” The word was used with much caution and reserve, but she had nothing else to call him as she settled down on her haunches before him. These are human buildings, but…where are all the humans?



Puppet Faen
Words 515 (Not too bad. It does its job.)
Muse Chillin’, and still getting used to this whole…canine shindig.
Comments Muahaha. Interactionnn..

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For a moment, the sky above the city was a crystal blue. Not a cloud in the open sky. It was times like this that made the city seem a bit more enjoyable. Seeing the bright blue sky added to the beauty of the city, though most would say that the city was far from that description. Yet the bright blue sky would not last long, for with a quick turn of her head, the sky in the direction that Aliya had just come was a dark and haunting purple. The clouds were moving as quickly as the winds of autumn would carry them. The scent of a coming storm was thick in the air. The clouds slowly encroaching on the city, darkening the midday sky to more of that of dusk. A faint rumble of thunder echoed through the silent city, warning all to stay out of its path. It would be only about an hour or so before the clear sky would be covered by a think layer of dark clouds. The rain would pour from them then, dumping buckets of water from various sources on the globe back to where they had come from originally. There would be thunder and lightning as well, that was obvious with a storm of this magnitude. Storms like this were so amazing to watch. The power of such a storm, the amount of rain, the roar of thunder, and the flashes of lightning darting across the sky in jagged arrays. How could one want to miss such a thing as this? It seemed that few understood the real beauty of a storm, but to Aliya, an event like this was one of pure ecstasy.

Aliya picked up her pace once again. Her body moving at a steady trot, her nails clicking rhythmically on the concrete at her feet. She was searching for a place to escape the storm, though not really escape the way that other creatures did. Wanting to get out of the rain was something that she wanted to ensure. It was too cold to allow herself to get wet. Illness would surely fall upon her if she allowed it and that was unfathomable. The lightning was her other concern, there was always lightning when there was thunder, and of course being electrocuted was not on her "to-do" list. She would find a shelter, preferably the largest building that she could find. She would make her way to the top floor and simply watch the beauty of the storm through the windows. She was closer to the sky this way and at the same time untouchable by the storm. It was the perfect solution to the female, one that she had used in prior storms before. She knew where she would go to watch the storm, having stayed in this place in the city's prime. She was owned then however, and her reason for staying there was for work not her personal enjoyment. Aliya knew the place well enough, from a small memory at such a young age. It was clear in her mind as though she was standing inside the walls of the Daxton Hotel now. A memory that other canines would most likely remember as a mere fuzz in their subconscious minds.

Aliya quickened her pace as the first few drops of rain began to sprinkle down onto the city. She could see the building now, but a few feet from where she was. Her trot turned into a long strided canter as she crossed the street and hopped up onto the opposing sidewalk. She stopped for a brief moment, looking up at the tall building before her. She remembered this place seeing it through the eyes she saw it with a few years prior. However, being abandoned had done a number on the elegant building. The windows were broken in various places. The walls were cracked and the front overgrown from neglect. Aliya easily erased this present image, replacing it with the way it had looked to her the last time she had been here. It was beautiful then, flawless. She lowered her head once again, sniffing the ground and air around where she stood. Searching for the scent of another canine perhaps, or just out of habit. Either way, her senses detected nothing, so she pushed her body through the door frame.

The hinges squealed with their coating of rust, as Aliya made her way though the door. Once inside, she tuned back toward the door, pushing it shut behind her. The rain would soon wash away her scent, and she did not want to have the door be the give away that someone was in the hotel. It would disturb the enjoyment of the storm about to begin. She turned once again to face the old building. It was dark inside, depressing. The chandelier above hung coated with a thick layer of dust. Once a beautiful light fixture that flooded the room with its bright light. The wall paper hung limply from the walls, where the glue had long since lost the adhesive ability. Inside, everything smelled old. The scent of humans seeming to vanish off of everything, only the faint smell of cigarette smoke lingering on the faded upholstery. Aliya took a few steps forward into the lobby, stopping when she was standing beneath the chandelier. Her dark brown pools scanned the lobby of the hotel, taking in the familiarity of the place. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing her thoughts to race back in time. Remembering this place when she was here last, as if it were yesterday...

She had just entered the large doors, stepping gracefully inside. Leading Catherine so carefully into the lobby. The old woman's grip was gentle yet firm on her harness as Aliya led her forward. She was Catherine's eyes, the old woman was blind and a service dog was what Aliya was to her. Although, Catherine considered their relationship as more than that. She had always said that Aliya was like a child to her and she treated her as such. Though she was blind, she was the only person who say down under Aliya's surface to the intelligence that filled her mind. "Bring me to the counter Aliya" she heard the old woman say, and she led her forward at a steady pace that the frail woman could keep up with. Upon reaching the counter she stopped and sat allowing the Catherine to speak to the man at the register. He looked at Catherine in a strange way that man, but Aliya knew better than to react to the man in a negative manner. "Is this enough my darling?"She heard Catherine say and turned her head to look up at the old woman's face. She held a small stack of paper bills, lowing her hand down toward Aliya's nose. She eyed the stack carefully counting the bills for the amount, licking Catherine's hand in approval. The man at the counters look changed to shock and Aliya smirked in amusement. "Your room is down the hall and to the right. Room 125" He said, ready to lead Catherine there himself. Aliya stood up in response too and she saw the old woman smile. "I think that Aliya and I can make it there ourselves." The canine barked quietly in agreement as she began to walk again, leading the old woman to her room.

Aliya opened her eyes once again, the darkness of the hotel, replacing the bright and happy images that she held in her mind. The rain was starting to come down harder now and Aliya did not want to miss the storm. She made her way to the large staircase to begin her ascend to the top floor of the hotel. Her steps were steady as she began the climb, passing floors one, two, three, and four until she reached the fifth. This was the top floor of the hotel and Aliya made her way into the hallway. She searched the doors of the rooms that lined the hall on either side, looking for one that was left open. Soon she found one that she was looking for and made her way inside. She looked around the abandoned room, the bed made up perfectly as though the maid had just been in to fix it. While the rest of the room was coated in dust. She continued froward, passing the bed and broken television set, toward the large glass windows. These windows had yet to be broken or boarded up, making it the perfect place to watch the storm. Aliya sat back on her haunches before the windows and stared up at the sky. Waiting patiently for the beauty of the storm to unfold before her eyes.

The lightning had yet to begin, so Aliya shifted her view to look down at the street below. She saw a figure in the street below, another canine she determined, searching for a shelter from the storm. The canine below seemed unsure of where she was, new to the city Aliya determined. She watched as the canine found the hotel, and selected it as her shelter, disappearing from Aliya's view as she entered the building floors below. She was of course unaware of Aliya's presence floors above, but Aliya was aware of hers. A canine from another land could have so many stories to share. Knew knowledge that could be obtained by the dog who always searched for such things. She wanted to speak to this canine, find out more about where she was from, more about the female herself. Aliya was pretty good at getting people to share their thoughts, and of course friendships were always good too. Soon Aliya's attention shifted back toward the street below. The figure of another approaching canine had captured her eye. He was also searching for a shelter from the storm too, moving quickly though the drenched streets. Aliya watched as he too, found his way to the hotel doors, before again disappearing from her view. He was now floors below her as well. She assumed that he must have encountered the female who had entered just moments before.

Soon the desire to watch the storm vanished and Aliya found herself more interested with the others in the hotel, she stood up and headed back the way she had come, moving quickly through the open door of the room and heading back down the stairs. She made sure to stay quiet on her descend, not wanting to startle the canines on the floors below. Soon she could hear their muffled voices as she approached the third floor, becoming clearing and clearing as she passed floor two, until perfectly audible at the first floor. She slowed her steps as she approached the lobby once again, listening to what was being said. She heard the females voice questioning the architecture of the hotel. She was stating facts that of course everyone knew, thinking aloud or so it seemed. There were no words from the other canine that she knew was there, she could smell the scent of the male most potent in the lobby. Soon the female posed a question, wondering where the humans had gone. Aliya took this as her invitation to make the other canines aware of her presence.

"Human buildings these are indeed." She spoke walking forward a few paces so she was visible to the other two canines. The female was the first Aliya's eyes rested upon. A large gray dog, standing with her back toward where Aliya stood, but facing the male perched on the torn couch. "This was a small city" Aliya continued "There never was a large human population to begin with. Soon the stray dog population became overwhelming and the strays chased the humans out of the city claiming it for themselves. None of the humans have returned since." She concluded, watching for the reactions on both of their faces. Aliya stayed a few feet from them, not wanting to give them the wrong idea by intruding on their conversation, if that was what one person talking could be considered as. Her eyes scanned the two canines faces with curiosity. Aliya wondered greatly about these two. Where did they come from? Who were they? So many questions that she was determined to have answered. A clap of thunder echoed outside, followed by a bright flash of white light. The storm was beginning however, Aliya was much more interested in other things now. What could be better than the possibility of obtaining new knowledge and a few friends along the way? To Aliya, there was nothing better than this.

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Clark did not hear the warning emitted from the other female about the seating choice he had made. But then again it was too late to do anything about it and hearing it now would not make much of a difference. Yes the couch had various coils jutting from the stuffing but he had found the best spot. He looked up at the female with two sparking eyes waiting for her to speak her first words. When she did speak Clark instantly noted that she had a foreign accent. He was unaware of what country it was from but it gave away that she was new to these grounds. She was damp from the rain as well which told Clark she could not have been in the hotel for long. So they were in the same situation: seeking shelter from the storm present over them. She spoke of being happy she was here and not on a boat which told the collie a little about her past. She must have just gotten off the boat recently since the smell of sea salt was present on her pelt and her accent was still strong. He was glad he was the first she met since he could show her around the city and tell her where the safe havens were and what territories to avoid. He had been in this city for well over a year at this point. When she finally stated she was new Clark could not help but chuckle. "Well I could not help but assume so seeing as you did not appear to be around here. You know, from the accent and speaking about a boat ride here and all." A weak smile was on his lips but his eyes showed only sincerity. He did not want to scare her off after all: he wanted to show her he was someone she could depend on when needed.

Suddenly the female rose from her love seat and started to pace across the floor. She seemed to think out loud to herself and Clark was not sure if he should join into the conversation or allow her to think her thoughts verbally. His eyes followed her movements watching some of the water in her pelt drip to the floor below leaving a trail wherever she went. Clark parted his jaws to speak but the sound of footsteps disrupted his thoughts. He closed his mouth and turned his dial to see another female entering the area and a look of confidence was spread across her features. She looked like she had something to say and did not bother to ask for permission. Not that she needed it seeing as they were on free land. She started to ramble on about stuff Clark already was aware of and things the other female probably did not care to hear of. She did not introduce herself, did not speak of a name, just started a rant Clark wished she would stop. He did not care for those who thought they were smarter than any other they met. There were different levels of intelligence and some were higher than others at different standards. He was not the sharpest tool in the shed that was for sure, but at least he was in there. He let out a small sigh as she finished thinking of so many things he wanted to tell her. But he held his tongue knowing he did not want to burn any bridges before the foundation was properly layed out. Besides, maybe the wolfhound was interested in what she had to say.

"I have been living in this city for over a year now. I am well aware of the city's history." His lyrics were not harsh but more of just resiting a statement. Clark wished to say more but left it at that before rising from his seat and hoping off next to the first female who had entered. No names had been given out and he decided he needed to distinguish them somehow. "Pardon, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Clark." He liked to start things off on a more positive note since he hated to feel tension. He forced a weak smile trying to ease the tension. Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions too quickly. "And actually, some humans still reside in the city. Most have left yes, but there are still some living in the heart of the city." He turned to face the hound to tell her this knowing well that the shepherd must be aware of this. She must have misspoke. "It is probably best to avoid those areas until they are completely gone." He smiled at the first female before turning to the second. "May I ask what your names are?" He asked, eyes shifting from one to the other. He was not sure of who was going to speak first, though assumed it would be the newest shepherd. She seemed smart, probably a member of Shou. They always loved to show off their knowledge. Then again in this city you never quite knew everything.

_.: Puppet: Clark
_.: Word count: 861 (sorry it's not 2,000 xD)
_.: Muse: Much
_.: Notes: I have no idea why Clark is acting so snippy so don't ask xD[/color][/font]

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Faen's first impressions of the newcomer were not...flattering, to say the least. She was a little surprised by the bold confidence with which the female strode into the deserted hotel room, as though she were absolutely sure that not a thing within its bounds could do her damage. What a way to walk about the world! As though...one was immortal, incapable of dying...Faen had learned through Maggie...people died, no matter how badly you wished that they could live. Sometimes the world simply didn't care and kept rushing out without any regard for emotions or...anything, really.

Eyes darted suspiciously toward the newcomer, looking the female over, even as she spoke. While the male stated that he knew the city's history well enough, Faen was listening to the female explain that there had once been a human population to the city, but that they'd disappeared, and then the male countered, saying that there were still a few left deep within the city. This caused her ears to prick, and her eyes locked onto the male, newly introduced as Clark.

"There are humans here," she echoed, looking at him, and then listening to the second bit of his explanation. "...but they're not friendly humans." That was unfortunate, it had to be admitted. Faen was used to the company of humans, as she'd been practically adhered to Maggie's side for the past few years, and though she could manage just fine without her companion, it seemed as though there was a large piece of her that was hollow, that had fallen away with her death, and would not ever be able to be filled.

As her name was asked, she was quick to apologize, "I'm sorry for not mentioning my name before. I'm Faen," she inclined her head the slightest bit as she said this. "Pleased to meet you both,". Well, in all accuracy, it was Clark that she was pleased to see. He seemed the more approcable of the two, at the very least, he had othered to introduce himself. The new female was very...abrupt in her ways of speaking, or at least, that was the impression that she was getting.

"I'll stay away from where they are, then...how strange, to need to avoid humans like this..." Another crack of lightning, followed almost immediately by a clap of thunder that caused Faen to flinch, and the rain picked up in its intensity, battering against the sides of the abandoned hotel, but the place seemed to hold fast against the bludgeoning.

"D'you have a name?" Faen inquired, tilting her head to look at the shepherd, the only one who had not offered a name so far. How strange it would be, if the femle really didn't have a name. Without humans around, it would be up to the dogs to name themselves, and surely, some of them must have gotten lazy once in a while, and ended up without a name. This one very well could be one such case. It was far-fectched, but it would have been interesting, would it not?

This is such a grand hotel... Faen said, after allowing a moment of quiet to pass. She considered the place, the dangling chandelier, that, were it sunny, would have reflected the light in its many clear crystals, the cielings soared far above them. And she stood, badding about the room and looking around. Moving was her custom, should things get dull, or difficult to handle, and such was the occasion where she stood. "Strange to imagine them, building all of this, and then abandoning it to us dogs. But it's all for the better, isn't it? The last bit was added brightly as she turned to face her company again, tail swinging back and forth. Gives us a place out of the rain, if anything.







Puppet Faen
Words 659
Muse Needs some awakening.
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Aliya could sense that the male seated on the torn sofa was not thrilled with her presence. As she was speaking, she could see the male's annoyance with her words. To Aliya, he seemed like quite the arrogant male. She heard him sigh, and shortly afterward, concluded all that she had been saying. The male was soon to follow her words with his own, informing her that he was well aware of the history of the city having lived here for about a years time. Of course it was not to him who Aliya had been speaking. She was intelligent enough to tell that this male was familiar with the surrounding city. The way that she had watched him from the top floor window, entering the hotel, provided her with enough information to determine where the male came from. That was where he differed from the female who had yet to speak. When she entered, she seemed to be searching for somewhere, instead of knowing like the male had and of course she was the one who was asking questions about a city that was unfamiliar to her. What reason would Aliya have to inform another with information that was already known? There was none. She was not the kind of canine who deliberately tried to show others her intelligence. Maybe it was just something that she did unintentionally, or just in the aura that surrounded her, or the confident tone of her voice. There was no crime in being sure of yourself.

The male hopped off the couch, heading over to the large gray female's side. He introduced himself by the name of Clark, his words soon changing course from an introduction to correcting what Aliya had said. She had indeed misspoken and Clark now used it to his advantage, trying to add his own bit of knowledge to the other female's thoughts. The other female was next to speak, and Aliya allowed her attention to shift to the dog who introduced herself as Faen. Certainly she was not from around here, but just how far was revealed in the way she spoke. Her words were accented the way the Irish spoke, it was from Ireland, Aliya determined, that Faen was from. When Faen spoke, she redirected her words more to Clark than to the two of them. She seemed unsure of Aliya's presence as well. Perhaps she had come off wrong to them, though it had not been intended.

The female continued what she had to say and Aliya listened intently to her words. She assured them that she would stay away from the humans who Clark had warned her to stay clear of. Aliya knew however, that not all humans were terrible creatures. Take Catherine for example, the woman who she loved and cared dearly for. Maybe Clark's past had effected the way that he saw the humans, for in the city, not everyone was searching for a way to cause trouble for strays. From what Faen said, it was clear to Aliya that she could not seem to understand the need to stay away from humans. She seemed to know the same thing that Aliya knew, that not all humans were bad the way that Clark seemed to view it. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, brightening the room with its light for a brief moment. A loud clap of thunder followed suite, causing Faen to flinch, while Aliya listened in wonder.

When the thunder ceased, Aliya turned her attention to both of the canines this time. "Forgive me for not introducing myself previously. My name is Aliya." She told them. "I apologize for interrupting your conversation. It was not my intent to intrude." She spoke directed more so toward Clark. Faen began to speak once more. This time speaking of the hotel in which the three canines stood. "The hotel really is fascinating isn't it." She responded, allowing her gaze to follow the path that Faen's had taken. Now however, it is lacking some of the fascination that it once held, but it is still amazing just the same." Aliya's deep brown orbs fixed their gaze once again on Fean and Clark. "At least now we have such a place to call our own." She sat back on her haunches, listening to the rain gently thudding against the concrete outside.

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The Irish wolfhound seemed to be confused by the arrival of the new female as well. She had come off as rather intelligent and it was clear she intimidated the both of them with her cunning knowledge. She appeared out of no where sneaking up on them just like the storm which was currently overhead. The pounding on rain on the roof easily drained out their voices and the sudden cracks of thunder added to the noise level. Faen spoke to the new comer referring to the conversation of humans in the city. Clark could only nod at her comment. There were few humans who lived in Nashua though none were friendly. They hated the growing stray population and hated the thought of their home being invaded. Clark could not particularly blame them for being angered, but that was not going to cause him to flee the city. He loved this place and have lived here for a long period of time and nothing was going to make him leave so suddenly. His past with humans was not pleasant and he hated to reminisce about his past with them. He pushed these horrid memories as far away from him as possible before grasping onto reality once more and turning his attention to the two other females before him. A bolt of lighting lit up the room and caused the gray female to flinch. The other female however did not move even in the slightest. It was apparent it took much more than a storm to frighten her. And like the second female Clark did not flinch at the loud sound but instead allowed his optics to make their way to the window and peer outside to the pouring rain. A rumble soon followed the flash and its power was almost enough to shake the building they were in.

The Irish female was the next to speak once more this time introducing herself as Faen. A foreign name for a foreign canine. Clark looked over at her with a smile and dipped his head towards her. "The pleasure is all mine." She was a kind dog and fortunately for Clark her ascent was understandable. He hated it when a newcomer arrived and they had such a thick ascent he could not understand what they were saying. Faen's was rather cute to add to her pretty face. He had never seen her breed before, but the other female was a breed he was completely unaware of. Her golden orange coat illuminated brightly every time a flash entered the room. Her coloring was one he had never seen though one he would love to have. When Faen spoke Clark forced his eyes off the second female and onto the speaker. Humans no longer used this hotel and had not for a while so he did not think the group was avoiding the species by staying in the building. Auburn eyes scanned the old place checking to see just how sturdy it was and silently praying it would not cave in on them while they were still inside. The storm outside was harsh and only growing stronger as time progressed. The eye would soon be before them which was the strongest part of the storm. He could only hope that the old building could survive through the rain and thunder so their lives would be spared. Humans were crafty and hopefully their architectural skills will not give out on the three canines within the building. He drew in a breath, anticipating what was going to happen.

It was then that Clark realized that the shepherd female had yet to introduce herself. He felt a bit bad for ignoring her and speaking to Faen and not herself. But before he could ask what her name was Faen beat him to the punch. She answered soon after giving the name of Aliya. It was unique and clever and one Clark had never heard before. It had a nice ring to it, not as foreign as Faen but still nice nonetheless. "You were not intruding, this is an open conversation for anyone to join." He felt a bit bad for shunning her right off the bat. It was not like him but it was her sudden burst of knowledge which made him feel intimated. The conversation soon turned back to the hotel and Clark joined the other two females in admiring it. "It is puzzling as to why humans would abandon such a place. It still seems to be in rather good condition and it quite beautiful." It was also a surprise that no pack had claimed it for their own. Who knew, maybe he would claim it for Kari since he was higher up on the power latter and since Fender had gone off to attend to other things he was the one who was partially in charge. Then again to only allow one pack to keep it as their own did not seem very fair either. But to call it their own, referring to the three canines present, that sounded fine to him. "Indeed, this place is certainly wonderful even if we are the only ones who know fit." Rain continued to hit against the roof and another flash lit up the room. The boom was so powerful it shook the room and the old chandelier above rattled. "The storm is awfully rough, I hope it passes soon..." He blinked his auburn colored optics towards the window. He was not afraid of the storm itself, but what it was capable of doing.

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It's not looking like it's going to let up entirely anytime soon... Faen commented, glancing outside of the window. The thunder seemed to have quit rumbling, that was reassuring, and the flashes of lightning were gone entirely, but it was still raining, the soft 'pitter-patter' of the drops providing a quiet background to the conversation, no longer violent attacks at the side of the building. Faen didn't really have a problem with the rain itself, it was just the thunder and thenoise that accompanied it that frightened her. Rain was needed for life. Without it, what would water plants, what would make grass grow, how would they be able to drink? The rain was also a beautiful reprieve on a sweltering day.
But a little bit of rain never hurt anybody... a smile came across Faen's lips as she recalled Maggie, for what seemed like the thousanth time today.
Come on, Faen! the girl laughed, running out into the open field, a gray mist was falling about the earth, shrouding the usually bright green in its monotonous hue. Poor Maggie...she was sick. It didn't matter anymore. There was nothing that the doctors could do for her, they let her go. Maggie had hated the hospital, and she knew that she was going to die, and she certainly did not want to pass away in the stark hospital. No. When she died, Maggie would want to feel alive , and why would anybody begrudge her that? She already looked half-dead, pale and made scrawny by the treatments, her once raging red hair dull and just beginning to grow back. Maggie was going to die. She could run out in the rain if she wanted to, and Faen would follow her every stumbling step. Faen followed her loyally, running beside her until Maggie couldn't run anymore, until they came to a precipice overlooking the choppy, rough sea. And then the lightning started. It flashed in brilliant forks on the horizon, setting jagged lines out against the gray skies, illuminating Maggie's face as she knelt at the edge of the cliff, holding Faen in a hug. Lookit that, Fae! Maggie exclaimed gleefully. The earth's putting on a show, the Gods are bowling, they're lighting the stage...I think it's for me. They're making that noise, and it's for me. Me and you. But...it's me they want, Fae. You stay right here, and I'll go see 'em, I'll go say hi to the faeries and the elves and maybe a God...and then I'll be back...be right back. I love you, Fae. See you soon. Maggie was soon asleep, but Faen couldn't find rest. The lightning kept her awake, but once the rain stopped, she too was asleep.

The sun rose hours later, a brilliant flame on the horizon. The seas were calm and blue...Faen was still damp from the night before, Maggie was still beside her, and so cold. Faen nudged up against her. She did not awaken. Faen barked. Not a movement. Again, a bark, and soon, the barks ceased and transformed into a howl, a lament. Maggie was gone, and Faen could do nothing for her anymore. She licked her friend on the cheek once more, and ran from the place as fast as her paws would carry her.

Faen had many reasons not to like thunderstorms.

She stood, looked at the two who had been speaking with her for the past minutes, hours, maybe. And she decided that it was time for her to leave, before she completely fell apart. It was a pleasure to meet and speak with you both, she said, But I must be going now. Goodbye. With that, Faen was gone.

((Hopefully a satisfactory last post. I wanted to explain the whole Maggie deal before I left. <3 I hope Faen ends up in good hands. xD Thanks you guyses. ))