Let me bleed you dry
06-21-2013, 04:00 PM
The weather was pleasant. Not too hot and not too cold. Night had descended tenderly over the hilled land, and the moon presented itself generously from the onyx canvas. Pale shine spread over the rises in the land, obstructed by few trees. It lit the way, and the hellion felt comfortable as he traipsed along. The shadows draped welcomingly over his black shoulders, and moonlight caressed his scarred face. The air smelled fresh and soothing, and all was quiet, save the soft chirps of hidden bugs. The canine?s ruffled tail hung limp, swaying gently behind him as his twiggy legs tugged him along aimlessly. His jaws were split apart in an open grin, his tongue rolling out though he was not hot. His eyes did not smile as his lips did, but instead searched frantically over the area, empty of genuine emotion. There were bumps in the earth everywhere. Big ones. Not natural. Not normal. He couldn?t decide whether he liked them or not.
Ever inquisitive, the imp would scamper over to the nearest one. Nature had for the most part reclaimed whatever had been disturbed ? dominating it with a plentiful coating of thriving grass ? but it was still clear that this was not normal. The little beast placed a petite paw upon the slope, and lowered his head to sniff curiously at it. It smelled like grass. Fine enough. He shrugged to himself, and grinned his empty grin again before bounding forward onto the mound. When he had all fours on, he paused again, prodding the ground with a forepaw. Felt stable? His tongue swung up to wipe along his lips, and he would proceed to strut up to the top. Great. He could see stuff from here. With his body rigid, he would turn his nose upwards and don the snootiest expression he could, feeling momentarily majestic beneath the glorious moon. King Caesar. For a moment.
The howl of another broke the tranquility and his imagination, and he blinked his eyes open, his head sinking back down some. Someone was calling! Excitement swam in his ghastly blue eyes, and the grin slapped back upon his face, horrendously stretched and fang flashing. A shrill cry, more of a bark, was sent back in reply. Caesar was not so good at howling. He sounded more like a coyote, but never did it deter him from using his voice. In an instant he?d dropped to the ground, and begun rolling down the mound. He?d been planning on doing it anyways, so why not now while he was going to meet someone? It proved to be sufficiently fun. He sprung up with a fierce energy at the end, and promptly shot off in the direction the call had come from.
Eventually he would spot the shape of another canine up ahead, and his excitement magnified. It was a large, ashen colored woman, and she appeared quite ethereal beneath the moonlight. She was pretty! Caesar skidded to a halt a few yards away, panting. ?Hi!? he barked, his high voice doused in innocence. ?Caesar is here!? he confirmed. His tail swished from side to side, clearly pleased, and his tattered ears leaned forward eagerly.