A Mis-Navigation(OPEN)

[Keesha]

Sighing takes up a lot of my time. I've sighed for half my life and I plan on sighing the rest of the way through. Sighing is an appropriate substitute for saying awfully rude things. Which is why I am sighing now.
I have mis-navigated in the misty night, and ended up in front of this cruddy building.
With closer inspection, I realize it's a church, and a spooky looking one in the dark. The steeple has weeds sticking up every which way like tentacles, and the body of the building is covered with sharp, prickly vines, like a dragons spikes. The big double door entrance is slightly ajar, rocking back and forth in the slight breeze, as if coaxing me to come into the beasts stomach.
And I decide I will. I set a nice, steady trot pace for my big paws, moving up the pathway swiftly. The damp air is coating me in dew, making my coat drip with water, but thats nothing new. I'm used to the dripping feeling. Gusts, after gusts of wind attack from the right, battering me down, making me even more anxious to reach my new found destination.
Finally, I meet the two oak gates, and slip into the building and out of the nighttime chill.
I sigh again, loudly. Inside it is just like the steeple, overgrown with filthy weeds and scraggly grass. Every crack in the tiled floor is filled to the top with dandelions and ferns, all gasping to reach the surface for air.
I step in farther cautiously, my big paws finding the tiled surface hard and unwelcoming. No matter. It is shelter all the same.
Suddenly, not having watched my feet carefully enough, my claws become tangles in weeds, seeming to grab at me as though alive and with a mind. Silly, yet all of a sudden I feel so aggravated, and growl loudly and thrash with my feet, my claws exploding with the venom that dwells deep inside me, and the plants that had captured me shrivel beneath my power.
I continue my walk. Now aware of what the stupid vines and grass do to me, I slink around them, looking for a dark corner to lay in, maybe a dirt filled patch not littered with weeds.
Unlikely.
My black fur is still dripping from the rain like mist, which bothers me greatly. Getting wet is not my favorite thing in the world.
Finally, I find a dark, dry patch of tile, (not that everywhere isn't already dark) And plop down with an audible thump. No one is in here to hear me anyway, correct?
I raise my muzzle to the ceiling and take a deep breath. Nothing here that smells of dog.
I rest my head back onto my paws, my ears drooping low and tickling my legs. I snort at the uncomfort, but that is the last sound I make.
I'll doze off for a bit, but I shall not sleep, in case a friend crosses my path. Or a Sunner. I'll stay alert.

OOC;;
Word Count: 514
Comment: It would have been longer if I hadn't had to do it over 3 times. I get a little impatient.

[♫ kourier | times. ♪]

I walked calmly through the mist, my orange fur damp as it clung to my sides. Orange, you ask? Indeed, it was a sort of orange colour, but that was what it naturally looked like. Naturally? Yes, naturally. So what does this mean? It means that I am not a Mooner, but instead a Sunner. Slowly, I made my way through the mist, doing the best job I could as so that I wasn't spotted by anyone else. My ears rested, the one on the right falling forward and the one on the left being an opposite and resting back against my skull. Odd? Yes. I shook myself as to try and rid the water from my pelt, but it was no use, I was still wet and damp. Shaking myself softly, I raised a for paw to run it down my face and try to get the water that was clinging around my eyes to leave. It was once again, no use.

I continued to slowly move down the dirt path that wound through the foliage, trying not to step in any of the weeds or vines along the way, as I knew that I would more than likely get tangled up in them. However, they only seemed to be getting worse the further along the path that I went. That only meant one thing, I was on my way to the church. I sighed in relief, glad to know where I was heading now. I wasn't venturing into the Mooner lands, but instead I was heading to an old, forgotten, abandoned building where I could more than likely sleep in one of the pews, even if it was covered in vines and weeds so bad that it would be like sleeping on the ground... but with more cushioning I suppose. Nodding to myself, it sounded fine, especially since I didn't want to try and find my way back in the mist, it getting to be so thick now that it seemed as if it were a fog... a wet fog that I could sort of navigate through. The thing about mist and fog though, was that they tend to mess with your senses and make it harder to make way through them.

Finally the large building came into vision of my eyes. I yawned, smiling to see the green box before me. The double doors were open, meaning that it really wouldn't be breaking and entering for me to walk in now, would it? Besides, no one owned the place. I sniffed the air, but the only thing I could smell was the watery like scent that the mist had filled my nostrils with. I shook my head and allowed my eyes to look down at the trail that lead here. There didn't seem to be any signs of another canine, and thus, I called it good. Taking a few dainty steps toward the door, I stopped to look toward the sky. It was too cloudy to tell what time it was, so I wasn't sure how long I had already slept tonight, before having been awoken and then chased off to make my arrival here. I grunted at remembrance of just a few hours before.

I had been lying down just before the Sunner lands, as I wasn't sure if the packs had taken rise yet and I didn't want to intrude. The mist had just rolled in and I had fallen asleep quite well, holding my place under a bench or something like that out front of the old grocery store. Suddenly, a sharp bark rang through the air and I jumped to my feet, only to hit my head and yelp, making my presence known to everyone around me, which with my luck, was a group of Mooner, out having fun around the old town. It was then that they took chase on me, quickly realizing that I was but a small Sunner, with nothing more than a bad attitude at this time of night. I snarled, and managed to bite one of them, but it really wasn't no use before they had gotten rid of my, chased me into the deep foliage where I couldn't see anything at all. Eventually I had come across the path and slowed down, figuring they had given up on trying to eat me.

I shook my head and snorted as my eyes scanned the doors once more. I sighed, there was nothing. Slowly, I trotted in, using my shoulder to shove the door open just a bit more, that way after I moved, it would swing close, thanks to the gusts of wind that had ruffled my fur. I snorted at the thought of the dumb wind blowing through my fur. My tail flipped, and I jumped suddenly at the sound of the slamming door before I quickly scampered over the floor, my paws being careful not to make too much noise. The room was far too dark, I couldn't see much further past about two feet before me, but I suppose that was okay, as I had really come here to sleep. Pausing, I tried to look around me, but it was no good. The best I could do was slightly making out the big forms, such as the pews and what not as I continued forward, sliding under one of the pews and holding myself low, my ears perked up as I thought I heard something, but there didn't seem to be anyone besides myself... at least for the moment.

My tail wagged softly from side to side and I allowed my fur to continue to cling to my sides, hoping that it would dry out real quick. I hate when my fur is wet... it just feels so uncomfortable and well... gross I guess. I mean, I don't much mind it when I'm swimming or out in the rain, but afterward while it is drying... bleck. I shook myself softly, the tag on my colour making a soft 'clink' noise as it hit the floor while I lowered my head to the ground, resting it on my outstretched forepaws. With a yawn, I allowed my eyes to close, for only a moment before I realized that I wasn't alone and that I had basically just locked myself in this room where I could not see anything besides outlines with more than likely, a complete stranger. Shit. I raised a paw to put over my muzzle, so as to try and keep myself from being so loud. Hopefully, the other being wouldn't know I was here and would just go to sleep, so that I could do the same.

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staring;; kourier times.
co-actors;; keesha and anyone else.
time;; night, not sure what time?
word count;; one - one - two - nine.
comments;; kourier is a Sunner, so this should be interesting. lol. oh, and what time is it? like early night, late night, early morning? I wasn't sure. xD

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[Keesha]

SLAM!
Just now realizing I had actually fallen asleep, I am tempted to sigh, but contain it until I know what sort of creature is lurking inside the church with me. I raise my muzzle toward the ceiling again, and sniff silently. Dog… Sunner.
I growl. Low and inconherent if you aren’t near. Just the one person I do not want to meet.
Being as quiet as possible, I slowly stand up, my bones cracking, reminding me of my age. If me and the Sunner were to get in a fight, the Sunner would have had a chance… if I didn’t have my secret weapon.
I allowed a small smirk to play upon my features. My tail is covered in ooze that causes seizures, my fangs and claws covered in the most concentrated poison. It is midnight, and my powers shall last many more hours. I may be a bit past my prime, but I am not defenseless.
I pick up a slow menacing walk, not that the Sunner will see me. When the doors closed, the last bit of light went with it. Anger boils up inside me at this intruder, which causes flows of poison to drip from my mouth, claws and tail. I swallow the first sip that taints my mouth, for I am immune to the liquid that fills me, but let the rest fall to the floor. In the silence, small plops echo throughout the building, like rain drops. Injurious rain drops. Ha! Let this Sunner think it to be drool. It will be its agony.
My paws move me foreword, dodging weeds as I slink between the pews.
Plop, plop, plop, seconds tick by and I still cannot find this Sunner.
I growl, loud and heart stopping, perfected from year of practice. A growl to fit a wolf.
“Where are you.” I speak it not as a question, but as a statement. The Sunner may be scared of me, but I will find it.
Suddenly, I realize why I am so angry that this Sunner has wondered in here, possibly by mistake. It’s because I’m changed.
Am I being a monster? Probably. But my mind is clouded with anger, and I cannot think straight.
But I do sit, with an audible plunk. A long steady growl echoes throughout the church, deep like a base singer. Should I really kill this Sunner? Am I going to kill her?
For if I did, I would be guilty in the morning. I knew it.
But what to do now? Let it kill me? Obviously not. But If it wants a fight, I’ll let it decide.
My growl does not cease, but becomes softer, now a warning instead of a threat.
I’ll let it decide if it wants to take me on. Because, if it was day right now, I would not want to fight.
Yes. I’ll let the Sunner decide.

OOC;;
Word Count: 495 (Man! Even shorter! Muse shortage)
Comments: Sorry, muse is low, but I had to do it tonight. Because... I don't know. The time is about midnight, and yes, this should be interesting. xP

[♫ kourier | times. ♪]

My head shot up, hitting the pew above me as I almost yelped, not expecting the sudden noises that came to my ears. My body was now raised, but did not exit from under the pew. It was night, and I myself was in a sort of bitter mood, but I knew now that this other canine was a Mooner; just by those dripping noises that echoed from the distance. I flinched as he came closer and I wasn't sure what to do. Thinking over my options, I glanced the way that I had come, from behind the pews. I would have to slip back out and try to find the door, then somehow get it open once more if I even wanted to try and get away from the brute, which wouldn't be the best of choices as for all I knew, he could be standing there waiting for me to try that.

On the other hand, I could have tried to find a different hiding spot, but then what would happen if he was venturing through the pews, as I imagined he would as soon as he didn't hear a shuffle of paws and my smaller body trying to make way out. Well, I was screwed. He more than likely had some sense of where everything was and for all I knew, he could have perfect night vision. My own eyes searched the floor, trying to spot him or a way out, but there was nothing and I was then forced to stay put. I could see the other pews... but not the ma- there! I almost jumped in joy. I could make out his form as he came among the pews, the brighter green of his tail... I think it was his tail, giving his location away. My body pressed low to the ground as I heard him speak, but I couldn't resist to snap something back at him.

After his growl and his words, I wait a few moments so that he is not near enough to exactly pin-point my location from the sound of my voice. "Ha, wouldn't you like to know? I'm all around you, my friend," I bark and then scoot silently across the floor, my dainty body doing good to not give off enough noise to let him know that I am moving down the bottom of the pew. I didn't really want a fight, no, because I know that I would loose, even with my tactics; especially since I had no clue what that substance was that was dripping from him. Personally, I wasn't up for finding out, but instead sleeping 'till morning, when I would change to the side of my that would try to seduce him, manipulate his brain to my will. But alas, it was late night, as I was beginning to figure, and I had no chance of my change coming for a long while.

Suddenly, it sounded as if he had stopped, his growl becoming more of a warning than a challenge. My body held still, in case it was some sort of trick or game. My tail wrapped against my back thigh, and with a silent yawn, I stretched back out, no other words escaping my muzzle at that time, as I decided to instead sprawl out. "Now, now, you wouldn't want to go off and hurt a pretty, little Sunner; would you?" I speak once more, doing my best to try and keep my location hidden, but my voice sweeter than before. Still, a taste of mockery clung to my tone and the words that rolled smoothly off my tongue. I figured that it would be a good idea to move across the room, to another set of the pews; but I would have to find him first and make sure that he wasn't watching when I did so.

Normally, I don't mind a good challenge, but that's when my chances are fair, when I know that there is a slight chance that I can win. Not when I know that I am going to loose and probably be killed for not being a Mooner. I wasn't sure how dogs could become so bitter of one another, the Mooners against the Sunners and vice versa. I remembered when we were back in the lab, when we were all friendly strays, watching each other and doing our best to stay alive and help each other. But it was as if that final dose of the injection that the Professor managed to get into more than half of the dogs, myself not included, set them off against one another. But really, I guess that most of us were so frightened, we couldn't quite help our reactions or how we choose to respond.

I snapped myself from the thoughts and waited patiently for the male to once again come into my sight as so I could make a dash for the next aisle, across the small path that lead up to the front of the church. I sighed and choose to just stay there, sprawled out under the pew and hope that he would not try to hunt me down and kill me.

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staring;; kourier times.
co-actors;; keesha and isis.
time;; night; about twelve am.
word count;; eight - eight - one.
comments;; sorry this one was short; I was watching TV while typing it, so it might not make much sense either. haha. so the posting order will go keesha, kourier times, and then isis; if that's okay.

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[Isis †]

ISIS †
i want to love you but i better not touch,
i want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

My bright golden eyes stared blankly out into the distance not like I could see much in the fog that clouded around the church. A rather bored yawn escaped my mouth, my slightly enhanced fangs clacked together as I closed my mouth, this is pathetic, the moon is still high and I’m bored out of my mind. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bored, seriously, every single mooner out tonight was boring as hell, if someone didn’t entertain me soon I was going to snap. In my sulky mood I scanned the area out of lack of something interesting to do. I was perched under one of the large trees outside the church, the church was clearly not the great building it once used to be, it looked fragile and crap, like it was going to collapse at any given moment. The whole walls were covered in vines and weeds, if this was in the middle of a woods, I guarantee lots of stupid dogs would walk into this building without knowing it was there. All around me was thick fog, the wet kind too that dampened you fur if you walked through the mist, I had lost count on how many times I had shook the droplets of water from my silver fur. The only thing that would make this night any worse would be if it started to rain, then it would probably be wise for me to retreat to the dark and dry safety of the church.

Much to my annoyance, as I continued to sit under the tree in the Church yard, small droplets of rain crashed onto my nose, a growled quietly to myself even though the rain was light for now. Today was no fun. Suddenly, my attention was turned towards a large dog making it’s way towards me, my sulky mood vanished at the thought of the possibilities of some company, should it be a mooner or sunner, I was sure I could find some way to entertain myself. The shadow of the dog disappeared into the depths of the church and I stared at the large oak double doors that separated the inside to the foggy yard outside. Pulling myself up to my paws, I grinned slightly as I planned to go into the building as well, if it was a mooner, I was sure we could at least pull off a conversation, if it was a sunner. Well, I could have a little fun of my own. I sighed slightly at my thoughts, sometimes I disliked what I thought during the night, normally I wouldn’t be thinking of starting a fight with a sunner just for the fun of it however, the moon made me a different character all together. This made me remember when I was a pup when I was still with my mother, it was one of my earliest memories of when I first started to transform during the night.

Penny, I think her name was, yes, that was the name of one of my first puphood friends back in the day. I didn’t know at first, but she was a sunner, though she didn’t undergo much of a transformation, basically looking the same as she did at night. I remembered that it was night when I bumped into her, now before on that very morning me and her had had some very large argument. Obviously it was over something extremely stupid and something I had grown to laugh at as I got older. Anyway, when I saw her that night my rage just doubled, and before I knew it we were starting to fight, of course in my transformed state I had the upper hand and Penny soon ran off crying to her mother. I never forgot that because in the morning, I was filled with so much guilt with what I had done to her, obviously, her mother banned us from being close to one another and my mother said that same so that ended our friendship.

I shook the thought from my head quickly, obviously I had been zoned out for longer than I thought because another shape had come into view. My orange eyes widened slightly at the sight of this dog, unlike the first one, this certain canine was one that I knew. KT. I watched her carefully as she headed towards the church and I smirked at the thought of the larger dog in there with her, shame I would have to miss possible entertainment. Or would I? On a spur of the moment decision I closed my eyes and concentrated, a second later my body was no longer there, I was invisible, one of the powers I gained while in this form. Swiftly and quietly, I dashed forward, my paws hit the grass silently as they did so, and just as I saw KT walk through the door I dashed past her and into the dark. As the large doors slammed shut, I had already sat myself up upon one of the pews on the opposite side that KT had went, my paws hung over the edge of the seat and I watched in wonder on what would happen next. Though my night vision wasn’t exactly perfect, I could make out some shapes around me, though I relied on listening to know what was going around me. I smiled as I listened to the two of them talk, both toying with one another in their own way was what I thought.

I decided as I sat there, that maybe I would join in soon, liven things up for the both of them, surely it would be a bit of a surprise for my puphood friend if I suddenly reappeared in front of her eyes. However for now I waited for things to get more interesting, they I would become visible to the two around me and then let the show play out.

i want to kiss you but I want it too much,
i want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

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Status: Finished
Word Count: 995
Comments: -Waves- Hey, hope you don't mind me joining.
Song: Alice Cooper - Poison

[Keesha]

I growl angrily at the Sunner’s response, becoming enraged, and started pacing faster. Of course, my senses aren’t as strong as the used to be, but I still have the upper hand. Doesn’t she know I could make her wish for death right now? But sadly for her, it would never come, and she would suffer.
What fun to watch…
But I know I would feel so awful in the morning, was it worth it? Myself says yes.
As I sit, her words turn teasing, testing my strength, my power. But I am strong, she must know that. But she doesn’t and I could use it to my advantage.
“I know, what a shame that would be,” I snarl sarcastically, rolling my eyes, though I am sure it is not visible to her. “Riding the world of another one of you spunky, sunny pest? I think I would die if that ever happened.”
I laugh after my words, loud and hard, finding no real amusement in this at all, yet finding it to add a nice touch to my statement.
I lift my muzzle toward the air again, sniffing deeply, audibly, knowing the tiny, sassy Sunner could about nothing to harm me.
Is there another Mooner here with me? The scent drifts vaguely on the air. Yes, I think so.
But the Sunner is closer, somewhere to my right.
I stand up again, and pad quietly over toward the spot I think the Sunner might be hiding, my low, menacing growl becoming louder and louder with my rage.
Finally, I think I might be in her range of sight, and her in mine. I look on top of the pew, and on all the others in my vision. Nothing.
Why am I even hunting this Sunner? Because she is the enemy. But at some point she was not. Back to those dark cold nights in the mad man’s lab, we were all banned together, united. Because we had to be. It was a necessity, in order to stay alive; we must have become friends, sharing what little we had. And without that last injection, we probably would have carried on together as well.
But a war has begun, and who am I to deny it. Who am I to spare this Sunner, the enemy of me? I am kind, but I am weak. I don’t know which is worse.
Damn! I left reality for a moment, and I must see if the Sunner is still near. Now is no time to loose my prey, my kill.
Yes, thank you, I am a monster… in the night.

OOC;;
Word Count: 451 (The keep on shrinking! Ah!! :c)
Comments: Hi Isis! xD

[♫ kourier | times. ♪]

I can't help but to chuckle to myself as I hear him growl in rage. He knows that if he cannot find me, I shall continue to make a fool of him, and what is this? I notice that he takes a whiff of the dull, musky air and he sort of seemed... taken back for a moment. I think for a moment, then realize that means that there must be something he doesn't find pleasant, well besides myself, here. I recall the words that the brute had laughed out just moments before I took note of his sniffing the air, and I shake my head. Well this was good so far, I could just keep up this cat and mouse game. Keep myself hidden to him while I spoke out and mocked him. Of course it would be a long while before the morning would come; and so I must also be careful not to be found, especially since I was now noticing how the ooze that dripped from the brute seemed to be killing the weeds around his paws. That was not good, and I would take it as some sort of toxic chemical that came from him.

"My, my, dear brute. You sound so... confident. Like you know for a fact that you could easily kill me. " I snap back as I continue to make way toward the end of the pew, occasionally bumping into the old, torn up wood stand that blocks the edge, ready to be flipped out. Aha! That gave me an idea... "So if that is the case... then why haven't you yet done it, my friend. Lemme guess, you are not smart enough to find my place of rest. Ahaha! And to think, that while I see you out there, moving around and trying to find me, I am just lying here, a smirk on my muzzle as I watch and wait." My voice was confident and there was no way that I was going to make it known that I was actually afraid of this male and what he could do to me.

I finally come to the edge of the pew, my snout bumping into the old, rotting wood, and I wait as I see the male making his way back down the front of the pew. His nostrils have obviously picked up on me, and my voice, giving away my location. However, he doesn't seem to take notice that I am under the pew and becomes sort of puzzled as to why he knows that I reside here, yet he cannot see me. "You old fool!" I laugh and hit the wood stand at my side forward before darting out the back of the pew, hoping that the wood will land on his feet, and if luck were running my way, the hinges would break and the whole mass of wood would crash upon his paws. It is now my chance to get away, find a better spot to hide and thus, I reluctantly dash out from the set of pews and into the aisle before scampering back into a row and around the other end, as too make my hiding and which row of pews more secretive.

Slipping over the floor, I nearly cause my face to plant into the ground as my claws seem momentarily stuck in the mess of weeds beneath them. Finally, I break free and manage to dart under another pew and then crawl through the front and come to a rest about three more pews ahead. My head is pounding and my heart fills about ready to explode out of my chest. I can't help but laugh out into the air and then get myself once again ready to dart off if he has managed to chase me all the way here. I know now that he is to be even more furious; but I am alright with that, at least for now. My tongue rolls from the side of my muzzle and my ears press down flat as my body is now completely pressed to the ground, as if I am trying to blend with it... sort of like a chameleon. Haha. My eyes dart around, but I do the best I can as to not move my body an inch, at least not at the moment. I once again wish that I could be my day self, with my seducing ways, while I quickly become calm and allow my muscles to relax so that I am once again agile.

There is no doubt that the male has power and strength, but I have speed, agility and endurance. That means that I could out run him with ease, and not to mention, I would easily be able to climb over and jump from just about anything in this room with little trouble, where as his large body would be bounding after me, more so breaking things that getting use from them. So really, we were equal at this point in time, but things can change in the flash of a second, right? I nod to myself and sigh softly, listing to where his paws come from as well as his rumbling voice, knowing that he will now be smart enough to look under the pews and that he has probably gotten a look at my pelt, both of which are okay... in a way, I suppose. My body almost trembles, but I stop it and allow myself to settle down and hold still, all ready to knock down the wood rest at my side once more to make another great escape if I need to. However, while it seems as if I know everything, there is something that I do not know, and that is the other being that resides in the room with me and my friend, the killer brute.

Ah, yes, another being. Isis. Me and her had once been friends, back when we were young, but were forced to separate from one another and go our own ways. I became who I am... and she who she is. Really, we hadn't spent much time together since then, having become easily annoyed with one another and finding it hard to tolerate the other. If only I knew... sure, maybe we weren't really friends anymore, but at least... well maybe not. If I knew, perhaps I could call out to her and get her to help me, but alas, it was not to happen. Instead, I would have to wait for her to make a move or be killed by this brute and have her join him to feast upon my dead corpse, and how disgusting that would be.

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staring;; kourier times.
co-actors;; keesha and isis.
time;; night; about twelve am.
word count;; one - one - two - five.
comments;; hi Isis. x3 Okay, so she doesn't know that Isis is in the room, but I added the last part for the showing that they knew each other, just as you sort of did. haha. Erm... Happy, I didn't want to power-play, hence why Kourier doesn't know if the rest landing on his feet or not nor if the hinges for the old wooden thing broke and made it collapse from the force she used to shove it over. anyways, the post is kinda... horrible, but eh... my writings are kinda bad without music to help me with them. xD

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[♫ kourier | times. ♪]

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