sneak off and B E L O NG[[OPEN]]

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How long had it been since she'd explored her pack's lands? Not very long, but for Razor, it was far too long. She wasn't too worried about intruders, as she knew that the pack was strong, with members that would dutifully figure out why there was such an occurence, so instead of traipsing the borders like her paws were itching to do, the Husky trotted across the field near the barn. Razor kept her slightly lean frame low to the ground a mere black and white shadow easily skating across the surface, muscles working to keep her body in a motion as she neared the cattle. Their stench was enough to gag her, but she just sneezed and froze. Peering over the grasses at them, she waited to see if they would react. Luckily, they didn't seem to, and so she pelted onward, urged by the fact she could be snuck up on by a cow. For some reason, the Siberian Husky female held an inborn mistrust of the cows. Another few feet, and she was clearing the fence, and racing toward the barn with urgency now lighting in every step, causing her paws to spring from the ground quicker, and almost as soon as they'd fallen upon the dirt.

A giggle escaped her muzzle as she went skidding around the corner of the barn, now hidden by the massive red building, and rolling her eyes, she scented the air, looking for one of the cats. They were great fun to chase, though some of them had nasty little tempers and tried to scratch at her with their claws when she got too near. This Razor never understood, because as she saw it, their own lack of speed wasn't her fault, it was their own. Finally she just rolled her eyes again and danced around on her paws for a while, looking more like a youngster than a two year old dog. Finally she stopped, catching a mouthwatering scent. Table scraps? Oh yes. Pelting back around the barn she nearly collided with one of the cats, off to get the milk the woman had laid out, but with a quick decision and a leap, she cleared the obstacle with little trouble. It was only when the strong scent of human came that Razor slowed, soft blue eyes growing sharp and wary, mistrust betraying her overeager nature to get to the food. She knew that they weren't going to hurt her any, but that didn't make her any less untrusting of their intentions.

Finally she watched carefully as the woman shuffled over to the house and re-entered, scuffing a forepaw nervously against the ground as she waited. After a few moments Razor discerned that the woman wasn't coming back, and shifting her attention to the scent, she followed it until she saw a ham bone laying in the tray, and snapping it up, Razor trotted on into the barn, where she paused, unsure on where to take the morsel. She could lay beneath the tractor, which was surprisingly clean, or she could go up the ramp into the hayloft. For a moment she eyed the easier of the two options, almost choosing to take it out of the fact she was rather antsy to begin gnawing away at the extra meat that had been left, but she decided against it, and tossing her ham bone into the air gaily, she snapped it back up and then took off toward the ramp, gaining speed so that her pads would easily find purchase. While it wasn't too steep she loved the challenge of not slipping on the somewhat slick surface, and when she hit the ramp, she kicked off hard, leaping up easily.

Finally she found herself in the hayloft, the light now diluted as it came through the slits and holes in the wood. Noticeably darker up here, Razor realized that she would blend in better, and grinned, before trotting to a gap where the haybales weren't stacked together. It wasn't very wide, barely wide enough to fit her body when she turned about, but it was wide enough for her, and laying down, she curled up in her little niche, gnawing peacefully on her hambone.


Notes;; N/a
Words;; 704
Muse;; Good
Music;; Disturbia-Rihanna

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k h a o s.
we'll hide the b o d i e s on the way home

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Sleeping eyes drifted off in dreams, the small bodies moving up and down as they inhaled and exhaled. Ears flicked, noses twitched, tails swayed across the hay, hay threads sprinkled upon the furry bodies laying in the hayloafs. A sweet smell drifted in the air, growing more and more sweet as it came nearer. Two ears flicked in the air quickly at the smell, two eyelids flashed open, letting blue eyes stare out in the darkness. A small humpf struck the air and the two ears laid back at the sound. Hay threads gently covered her tan, white and black fur, her blue eyes looked up to see where it came from but detected nothing. Her silent figure stood up, her body low to the ground. It has only been a day since she came with the one she was crushing on, she was nervous that this thing that made noise was either a rat, another dog or it was the farmer. No it was too late for the farmer to be out here... but the rat and the dog still laid untouched by evidence that told her, it wasn't it.

Her low-to-the-ground body moved silently, like a stalker, she moved through the darkness. Her blue eyes shining the way to where the strange thing crawled about. The sweet smell of ham made her want to attack it and take the meat away, but first the weird thing was what was on her mind. Her body jumped upon the hay, almost falling in the hay. She sniffed, her paws moving forward cautiously. Finally a sound continued in the air, as well as meat coming from the same direction. "Hello?" She whispered, her ears laid on her skull, shivering a bit, nervous as hell. If it was the dog from earlier she wanted to run and lay next to Syndrome's warm body for comfort and safety. Earlier she slept in a small corner, she dug into the haystack, making a small den to sleep in. It was warm inside and it was big enough for another dog, originally she wanted Syndrome to stay with her, by her side just because it was her first night here. She listened silently, cautiously moving forward and carefully stopping about five feet away.


words. 378
muse. eh... suckish a bit
tag. Razor
puppet. khaos
notes. since i just got back from idiotic computer problems my muse is just building up again

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cause honey we're going h o m e

[-Deity-]

Razor was certainly not one of the most alert dogs when she had food, and since she did, she was basically dead to the wrold when it came to her attention span. Right now, all she could think about was the ham bone, and how tasty it was. Her teeth were grating against the bone every time she scathed them across the surface, desperate to get every last scrap of meat from it, and as she snapped it up, she paused briefly, swearing silently to herself that she had heard the scrabble of nails against the wood of the hay loft. Am I going crazy? She wondered, cocking her head to the side for a brief moment, before sliding one paw down the bone a bit, before attacking it again with an urgency never before seen from the Husky. In truth, she hadn't eaten in a while, and though she was used to going hungry for days, she was pretty much thanking whoever might be watching over her that this gift was here. Ever since she'd joined a pack she felt like she was better off, like she had someone to help her through the hardships. And as much as Razor would have loved to say that she was a strong dog, that she didn't need anyone, the truth was, the loneliness of it all had become grating, causing her nerves to shorten and become dangerous.

Shaking the thoughts of her past off once more the dog returned eagerly to her bone, only now realizing that she had paused in her munching as the onslaught of former memories hit. That didn't mean that she was necessarily paying attention to her surroundings, but it meant that she'd been distracted by other things. Finally the meat was gone, and she was left to scraping her teeth along the bone, chewing it eagerly, and simply to pass the time. Of course, because of the numerous bones she'd had throughout her travels her pearly white fangs were not in bad shape, nor were they nearly yellow with the built up plaque like some dogs' she had encountered, but they weren't the pristine, sparkling white that puppies' were. They were more of a softer ivory color, almost as though they were trying to betray the numerous animals she'd killed to the world. A sigh escaped her muzzle as she redirected her train of thought, curling up again to pull cockleburs out of her tail, realizing they were stuck there only when one of them had scratched at her leg, and annoyed her. Gently taking the burr in her mouth, she tugged slightly, and finally just yanked it out, spitting it out. "Damn!" Her words were unintentional, and it was then that the tentative hello came to her black ears.

Turning suddenly, she realized that she was stuck. A slight sigh escaped her muzzle as she wriggled, before finally popping out of the predicament, only to find herself rolling out of the space, and laying sprawled on the bone as if she'd tripped on it. Standing up and shaking herself off she turned to see who was speaking, and her eyes fell upon another female, though this one seemed to be edgy; nervous almost. Well, hell. I don't look that mean, do I? She wondered, tail wagging in a friendly manner, eyes almost pleading with the other dog to not be nervous. Razor knew she was nice, really she was. Even if she did look like she was built to haul giant things long distances, and could easily snap bones. That was what Razor had never liked about her size. She looked vicious, and she wasn't. Really. She knew she was nice. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts again, she took a gentle step forward, tail wagging again, a warm, welcoming smile coming to her muzzle as she reached for the bone, and pushed it gently in the direction of the other female.

"Hi there! I'm Razor, and I'm one of the newer members of Fildren, so I'm sorry I can't greet you properly," She started, scuffling a paw against the boards of the hayloft. Of course, she didn't seem all too open about what brought her there, but that was alright. "Would you like that bone? I don't mind, I can get another one. Or well...If you don't want that one, I bet there's more in that scrap bowl I found!" Razor finished, wagging her tail and looking a bit overeager, momentarily forgetting that this dog had no idea who she was, and had no idea if she was going to kill her, or if she was just going to stand there looking like an idiot. By now, it was pretty clear to the world that Razor didn't really have a truly mean bone in her body, and just was a dork when it came to socializing.


Notes;; I liked your post! This ought to be interesting with Razor's dorkiness
Words;; 824
Muse;; Good
Music;; Ol' Red- Blake Shelton

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we'll hide the b o d i e s on the way home
cause honey we're going h o m e

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Comfort, safety is what she desperately needed and warmth next to her side. A cool breeze flew in through the small crackes around the metal and wood barn. Icy blue eyes stared into the darkness, listening to the chewing sound about five or so feet in front of her. She was the vicereine of Fildren but she was a scaredy cat, she was shy when she came here and she was sad about the flirting thing. She never actually found out if he had a mate but from the looks of it, he was probably hitting on some girl. Saffron or Illuminate. Khaos struggled to breath, the scaredy cat she was she just wanted to run for safety and cry to her mother. But she didn't know her mother. She was taken away by her father and he ditched her just six monthes ago leaving her alone and hurt. Being beaten up each day she trusted no one but when she met Syndrome, she felt safe, like finally every would be better than this now.

A sigh came from where she heard something and the rustling of straws struck the air. Her ears slanted more backward and her legs couldn't move, she wanted to run fast from this thing coming but she couldn't move an inch. But wait, she was strong, she needed to stop being a scaredy cat, she was able to try and calm down but she was still the same, scared as hell. Her blue eyes finally saw a figure move slowly toward her and she looked at the other's eyes. The tail wagged and from the scent, it smelled like a loner and a female. Great another female to crash her dreams of being with Syndrome but... you never knew. 'Hi there! I'm Razor, and I'm one of the newer members of Fildren, so I'm sorry I can't greet you properly,' The female spoke to her, a happy tone. 'Would you like that bone? I don't mind, I can get another one. Or well...If you don't want that one, I bet there's more in that scrap bowl I found!' The female asked, looking at her with her happy smile.

"Well I'm Khaos. I'm the vicereine of Fildren but I only came yesterday so... and no thanks, I'm not hungry," Khaos answered her, looking at her, calming down a bit more each minute. A shiver ran down her spine as another chilly wind ruffled her fur. Her blue eyes looked at the female who called herself Razor and her stance calmed a bit. But she was weak in her legs. She sighed a bit, and sat slowly on the hay, her eyes looked at the female, a bit scared of her still. She wished that Syndrome would come up, she would feel safe again but she needed to learn to stop being a scaredy cat, she wasn't scared of the dog catcher but she needed to straighten up. Her image changed quickly into a friendly dog; she promised herself she wasn't going to be a scaredy cat anymore but instead some dog that would defend herself and not be scared.

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words. 526
muse. eh okay
tag. Razor
puppet. khaos
notes. isn't my sig smexi *strikes a sexy dorky pose* oh yeah (XD)

[-Deity-]

Razor honestly couldn't remember the last time sh'ed had a civil conversation with anyone that had wanted to talk to her other than just for her looks. Sure, she'd met her fair share of male dogs while traveling, but they were all posers, or at least, in her eyes they were. She had yet to meet a nice, caring male who wanted to be her friend before he was her mate. Or anything that meant that much to her like a mate would. For a moment, Razor felt a slight heat rise to her face as she thought of that, remembering how her mother had preached and preached and preached about how she should find someone who was right for her, and who would stand by her in the darkest of times. For a moment, she was transported back to those times, when her mother still stood tall over her, and she was constantly preaching about how to be a good, lady-like dog, and not get mud all over her fur by playing with her brothers and that blasted football they'd found. Even though she'd been preached at daily, Razor noted with a happy gleam to her eyes that she was still tomboyish and rather annoying sometimes, since she didn't scare easily, and she certainly didn't mind the mud that was running around constantly after rains. In fact, she was more apt to run free and with wild abandon after a rain, especially if she found someone to run with.

She couldn't lie though, the female that was before her gaze was obviously nervous or uncomfortable with her presence, and though Razor would have loved to believe that she wasn't that intimidating, she knew that she could be. She was far too confident with herself, and her thick build showed plainly, even if it was toned down a little bit by some random gene that her father had possessed. Still, Razor couldn't understand why anyone would be afraid of her. She was a sweet, nice young dog, and she would have loved to be this female's friend, if only she could figure out how to get the girl to relax around her. Of course, it was early on in their conversation, and Razor couldn't predict what would happen, but she was hoping that she would calm down on her own, or else Razor would be forced to resort to what had always saved her hide before. Bluntness that could put a monk to shame. She would not hesitate for more than a moment to bring up the other dog's nerves, or uncomfortable feeling around Razor, and she would quickly explain that she was only here because she wanted to be meet some new dogs, and wanted some food. Which, now that her belly wasn't rumbling incessantly at her, she wasn't too worried about it anymore.

When the female introduced herself, Razor noted the change in her stance. There was a notable difference in the fact that she now seemed calmer, more serene almost, with Razor's presence. This change only made Razor's soft blue eyes light up and her tail to start wagging quickly back and forth, and she grinned again, this time letting her tongue flop out of the side of her mouth, before quickly running it across her chops to catch any stray pieces of ham, and then to begin to talk. "Well hello there, Khaos! Nice to meet you! Glad to know I'm not the only new dog around here, at least," She barked, wagging her tail again, before continuing. "and alright, if you're sure you don't want it. I'm not really hungry anymore, I was just gnawing on it to clean my teeth. But they're squeaky clean now!" Razor finished, flashing her a wide, brilliant grin to show that she was proud of her teeth. There was absolutely nothing threatening in the gesture, it was just a simple thing to show off the fact that her teeth, though not stark white, were still pretty clean, and were white. No trace of blood was found on them, marking her a more peaceful dog, and there were very few scars marring her pelt, also marking her as a dog that would avoid to fight.


Notes;; Yesh, your sig is amazing! Fail post, and I'm sorry for it!
Words;; 711
Muse;; Good, actually =S
Music;; Lost in the Sun- Hinder