'Ol Mackie's Back in Town! (OPEN)

[Finch]

Mack stretched his long, muscled legs out as far as he could and then drew himself back into his normal posture. The sun was starting to rise into the center of the sky, his cue to finally det up from his relaxed sitting position and get on with the day. It would be warm and clear today, unless humidity caused a thunderstorm or showers. Good for fun and play, bad for the fact that he would have to constantly lie in the shade and rest. Of course, the fact that he was on the beach could easily fix the heat dilemma. A quick rush into the waves and foam would cool him off, long though the salt might stick to his fur. He toyed for a minute with the idea of simply rushing into the spray now despite not being very hot yet. He decided against it, thinking it better to rush off in search of some food. Of course, he wasn’t hungry yet either. And the beach wasn’t the best place to go off in search of anything edible.

A gull swooped and called overhead. He turned his lovable head and pointed audits straight at it and followed it for a moment. If he followed it on foot and kept up he might be lead to some sort of food. Of course, again, he was not hungry. Why keep thinking of ways to find food? Perhaps he knew that by the time he actually found anything he would, in fact, be hungry. The assumption he was now going to act on was that the bustle of the main part of the city would lead him to table scraps or perhaps even something more favorable to his palate. His jowls pulled up in a grin. Maybe he would find someone out there to spend at least the day with. Someone vaguely friendly who could be used for conversation. Of course, unbeknownst to him, he was so frustratingly caught in the center of the spectrum that anyone he talked to actually had a lowered chance of being hostile towards him. He generally respected everyone’s personal views, despite having strong personal convictions.

After all, what did his views have to do with other peoples’? He couldn’t try to force anyone into his, or hate them for not being moral. Hell, even if they were downright psychotic and evil, he couldn’t hate anyone for being what they were. His desire, of course, was a break from such monotony. He realized how very... Drab he was. Just a terrible vision of this city’s everydog. Not too good, not too bad... Which meant he couldn’t effectively make many enemies, of course, but friends could be just the same. He wasn’t alike or different enough from anyone else to pique too much interest. What, he wondered, could possibly happen today to break this curse? Would anything, for that matter, happen that was out of the ordinary? Something to mold him to one end or the other? Oh, God, please!

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Words- 503
Muse- good, considering first post
Other- Open to anyone, please help me get started. I've been here since hte opening and this is my first post. See how pathetic I am?

[Flash[LIGHT]]

NO FLAWS WHEN YOUR PRETENDING,



AND NOW I KNOW SHE NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL BE, HAVE YOU NO SHAME DON’T YOU SEE ME?

The sun hovered higher within the sky, now, in the midst. The pale blue layers of sky held other shading and pastel hues upon it; darker blues, scarcely scattered navy, and then lighter yet still creamier shades of paled blue. Ivory clouds held a cool mixture of gray swirled in the sky; across the sky, whilst the entire beach swayed with the summer breeze, pulling the small, scarce clumps of weeds and grass this way and that, as they were pushed across the beach, the hot, pale tan sand that washed. The sea glittered, gloriously aqua blue, though the surface was engulfed with salty sea froth here and there, the shore washed over by such cool waters and a minium of white foam, pebbles, shells, and at times crabs being washed onto the sandy beach, along with the dark, precariously perched rocks that were often as black as night. Black paws were traveling across the shore, washed over with thin blue waves, which led to elegant and graceful legs which took long, regal strides, leading up to a pitch black body, and finally a facial mask which held dark brown-orange eyes which could stare through one’s soul; along with a tail that held thin plumage with an auburn tint along it –– the beast was stunning. Any grime which was sputtered across her feet was swiftly washed off due to the thin, aqua waves which rolled lightly across the arch of those pure black toes. Her dark orbs caught sight of a lurking shape, which also traveled lazily across the shore, it’s form larger than even her thickly muscled frame; curiosity began to fill the black shepherd’s mind, and the smirk fluttered lightly across the lean and extravagant face; Illuminate’s elegant expression churning with her emotions. Her large, triangle ears perked further forward, a blended in ebony eyebrow risen in her wonder, flag remaining still at her legs — she didn’t show any interest just yet, though curiosity couldn’t help but to shine through.

Her glossy coat became brighter as the sun got even higher in the sky, her shoulder blade, chest, hindquarters, and her facial mask appearing even glossier than the rest of her pitch coat, her eyes faintly flickering from the scene of the calm scene back to the loping creature ahead; her limbs pumped, though she never lost her grace, as she attempted to catch up to the beastly being, though her regalness was even revealed in her pumping legs, adrenaline pulsating through her very core, her heart racing within her black chest cavity; her heart was, perhaps, as black as her coat, though light shone through there. Her broad shoulders rippled and shifted as her limbs caught higher levels of speed, though such thick shoulders were coated with delicate ebony silk, slipping fittingly over her entire body, muscles pumping hard. Her ivory teeth were shown, their sharp tips clear, in what remained a grin — nearly there. She slowed, however, once she was closer to the silhouette, knowing that to appear even more regal and commanding, she would need to maintain her immense curiosity; hostileness wasn’t exactly matched for her, though those pearly whites gave away all of her fiery threat, confidence radiating off her like heat off the sun at every single moment within her prideful life. She would’ve sarcastically said ‘boo’ from behind this being, considering it was just how she acted, but her regal air prevented her from doing so for the moment; yet that teasing grin remained splattered across her face; “Hello.” Her rough vocals pierced the warm air, convinced –- had she, or hadn’t she? — she had surprised the monster of a dog; he was male, and this gave the vain creature a chance to play with him, all the power in her hands when she decided if he got what he wanted or not. Or, was this male perhaps more witty than most hormonal-driven males? She would see; he appeared average, or would if not for his great height; yet she didn’t feel intimidated.

The silver chains rustled along the ridge of her throat, staying absolutely silent until this very moment. Circling him, to stand in front of the large brute, her eyebrow still quirked, before she spoke again — “I don’t know how long I’ll stay; I honestly shouldn’t be here. I do not know of your whereabouts, if you even live here, but we’re on claimed territory. Divertido property, to be exact; those whiny babies.” Did this bold, fiery femme even consider the thought that he could be one of those ’whiny Divertido babies’? Most likely, no. And yet, she wouldn’t, didn’t, quiver nor tremble with fear at the thought of the highly suited punishment which could be put upon the Dame Commander at trespassing; she would merely go along with bravely stating that she had, indeed, made the ‘mistake’ of traveling onto Divertido territory — keeping close to the shore and water would stale her scent further, and also wash away basically any remnants of her Fildrin smell, and perhaps a summer shower would gladly smile down upon her. Along with such things, should she even worry? To foolish, far to happy-go-lucky to take action with a fist – or paw – against her; the only worry that would plague her mind with darkness would be lashed out fury or rage toward Fildrin, the pack which she’d so loyally chosen to be in their ranks; highly, at that. Of course, she wouldn’t get caught, and she could gladly tell this... Dane to help her ‘perfume’ to consist of nothing in particular; a stray, or loner’s, scent. Perfectly, too. Besides, weaving within the clumps of weeds and such had tainted her coat with the scent of surroundings, not any specific’s. Would that work? Hopefully.

Focusing rather on the situation, than the swirling thoughts, Illuminate decided that she would wait for his reaction to her to make any type of reply or introduction; never trust anyone, for they could easily turn out to be your enemy. She knew such things well, and the clearly capable murderess would take action within that ‘rule’. Yes. The smallest sigh lapped at her chest, sliding through her throat and from her lean black maw. Perhaps, she could ask him politely to stick to the boundaries with her, if he wished for a conversation; stick toward the off-beaches more than this one directly, not the main Divertido territory; besides, it wasn’t as if she remained on their headquarters — hah! She would never stand upon that ground. Happy-go-lucky twits; that’s what Illuminate though boldly of those weaklings.

A yawn passed through her chest, a small roll of enchanting dark orange eyes, and her feet were no longer frozen in place in front of him; hopefully that was enough to prevent the mammoth’s stride. Her pink, darker shaded tongue rolled across her lips slowly, ears pricking in the other way as she watched the clumps of grasses and weeds sway with their calm movements. Gloriously so.

Beautiful.
And, yet she felt absent from the sight of it all, lost within her own thoughts. Casually; awaiting.


[[muse `] Perfect.
[[word count `] 1209, without coding, lyrics, any other stuff; merely of the post itself.
[[puppet `] Illuminate.
[[for `] Mack/Paper Bag Man.
[[music `] None now, earlier for post was The Ting Tings ‘That’s Not My Name’
[[comments `] Yayness! Her opinions on Divertido, are merely her own; not mine at all x] I’m slightly concerned with the fact that she has basically trespassed onto Divertido territory, even if she’s hardly worry whatsoever. -shrug- It should work out fine, though, always does. I love little Mack, though <3 Dunno why, but he’s so.. Aw! Friendly, I guess x] Enjoy! Au revior.

[Finch]

Mack had still been absently staring into the air without a single thought. If you could have heard what was running through his head while his eyes had continued watching nothing in particular, you would have heard something akin to the sound when you press your ear to a conch, or enter an elevator with tacky music that held no audible form of percussion. Perhaps the plain white noise of simple television static would have met your audits. With nothing going on in his head, he was an easy target for anyone who had the intent or the simple chance to sneak silently behind him. This, perhaps, was why he jumped nearly out of his tall skin when he realised that some dame behind him had spoken. He spun around faster than he could have ever turned intentionally and nearly toppled over due to his own speed and force. His head twisted downward quickly during the turn as well, causing his neck to crack a bit with the motion. He was quite close to bearing his ivories and rushing, until he realised that the ebony and dark creature he held in his eyes just now was female. Now, Mr. Mack had a general system of morals, but when it came to combat or life in general there was only one rule that could not be bent even slightly- Females were untouchable, and deserved the utmost respect. Beat the hell out of males for a piece of shit reason, sure. All day long. But femmes? Never fight them. Most femmes could do serious damage to any male in a fight, much more than the male, but respect was important because... Well, it just was. And before his mouth even opened he swallowed the reflex in his muscles that was screaming to charge.

Oh the shark babe, has such teeth dear
And it shows 'em... pearly white
Just a jackknife... has ol' Macheath babe
And he keeps it... outta sight

His mind fumbled for a split second, and a dumbed-down reply shot from him. "I'm- Uh, Oh! I'm sorry, I... Well, I... I'm sorry, I wasn't paying even the slightest hint of attention Miss." He wanted to bite himself. Drab and totally average? Yes. Coordinated in any way whatsoever when taken by surprise? Absolutely not. Total clutz. And here was someone so smooth and elegantly standing there, watching him. She almost seemed smug, but Mack knew better than to assume anything about someone else by the way the stood before him. She actually seemed quite confident, even a little snobbish in demeanor despite the obvious difference in their sizes. He thought about her for a minute, analyzing carefully what she had said. ..,We’re on claimed territory. Divertido property, to be exact; those whiny babies. What a very... Literate way to describe the pack that owned this territory. But wait! The Divertido did in fact, own this territory, did they not? He had completely ingnored that fact when traveling here the night before. Oh dear. Well, once he thought about it, it was no big deal. He was entirely unaffiliated and made few enemies anyway. In fact, mostly he went unnoticed but for his size. And having no evil intent, being able to take care of himself well enough, he would not really be bothered by any of the Divertido or packs in general. Politics and groupings as such were of no concern to him. The only thing he would possibly have to do with one of said groups... Well, with the proper incentive, he could be persuaded to do nearly anything that did not in some way involve harming or violating a female.

You know when that shark bites with his teeth babe
Scarlet billows... start to spread
Fancy gloves though, wears ol' Macheath babe
So there's never, never a trace of red

He chuckled involuntarily, and didn't really care what she thought he was laughing at. So he let it subside after a second. He looked at her. He grinned almost literally from ear to ear. Maybe this day wouldn't be so dull and routine as he had prayed it wouldn't be. "The constant bickering and competition of the packs in this city give me no concern. I'm not one to be bothered by any group who can so blatantly disrespect one another and fight back and forth just because they think they're better. So... What exactly are you doing here? Out seeing the sights or something? Let's talk." The waves swept over the sand around them and made their subtle, foaming sounds. The sun started beating down. Despite the words that had just escaped his maw, his demeanor was quite relaxed and even downright friendly. He had no beef with the packs, only the mildly expressed belief that they were founded on a foolish notion akin to racial superiority. Of course, let them do what they want. They weren't bothering him. Not like this sun soon would if he kept standing still. He cocked his right rear leg up for a moment to take care of a slight itch on his side, and then lowered it back into the position it had previously held. Maybe one of the things about him that was so boring was that he didn't mess with people, was always honest, never alluded to anything, made himself so easy to get along with, and passively expressed his beliefs without making much conflict in his words or tone. He would have to look into fixing that. Maybe learn a few things from this femme, or someone in one of the packs. Yes, those things he didn't hold any sort of high regard for. They were good for creating conflict between large masses of canines though. He could benefit signifigantly from learning how to be on one end of a conflict.

Now on the sidewalk huh-huh
Sunday morning uh-huh
There lies a body... just oozin' life
And someone sneakin' round the corner

"Let's walk and talk, eh? The sun's about to get hot on us. And I'm sure neither of us wants to get some sort of heat exhaustion." He started a steady, controlled walk toward the upper end of the beach, keeping his stride moderate to allow room to catch up. He turned his head back just a bit to speak again, slowing down further to keep his words from being lost by the small distance that was now between them. "By the way, my name is Mack. It's my pleasure to meet you."

Could that someone be... Mack the knife?

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Muse- Wonderful!!
Words- 1020. Haven't had a post this long in forever!
Other- Nothing. Loved your post. Trying to develop him... Thinking of eventually getting him in as some sort of vigilante who runs about doing assorted favours for the different packs whe ngiven proper incentive. Still, just toying with that idea. Like him?
Lyrics- "Mack the Knife" by Bobby Darin, the song htat actually inspired the name for him as a character. It's actually about a murderer, despite its carefree and happy tune, haha. Lyrics and coding were added after the word count. ;D

[Finch]

Uhm.... Poketh??

[Flash[LIGHT]]

Yeah, sorry. Post coming soon >.> Please don't move it to the archives; I'm busy and tired ;_;