and the angels sang,,

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

zephyr,,
_{Suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft}

The female looked out at the horizon, her almond eyes taking in the various details, the red glow of the setting sun, the purple tint above it, and the bright orange ball that seemed to sink into the sea, seeming like the water was ablaze before her very eyes. The humans were gone, all of them tucked away in their beds, when she, had none. The boardwalk was silent, except for the few venders closing their small side-walk shops and carts. Her nose twitched with the smell of frankferters. She turned her head, her long thin nose sniffing the air. Her ears perked, and the wind fluffed up her long coat with the movement.

Suppose I never ever saw you

Suppose we never ever called

Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall

Just to break my fall

The man pushed a small paper plate towards her, a meek smile drawn on his face as he watched the stray. An over-fluffy tail wagged in reply to him, and she stood, stretching out her aching muscles. She was weary though, eyeing the man curiously. He nodded to her, stepping back slowly to let her eat.
Zephyr was her name. Truly a beautiful creature.
She licked her maw at him, then leaned foreward, snatching a frankferter before he changed his mind. She ate it quickly, then turned and went to the plate without another thought, eating the rest. The man smiled more, and hesitated to leave, but did. He looked back secretly, glad he put food into a life, if only for a nite. Then, he was gone. Just another person in her memory.

[Ємßєг§]

Serendipity...

Crimson hands, fingers outstretched, reached up from behind the bubbling salt waters of the sea as the sun dipped below the crashing waves. It left a golden etching of light plastered across the darkening blue sky like golden paint strewn across canvas in such a magnificent way, that the only reaction you were capable of was to stare at it, in awe of it's beauty. And though, at one point in time, you would have to withdraw your eyes from the scene, a certain feeling of tranquility still seemed to linger around you, a peace undescribable.

That type of peace I had not been able to feel in such a long while, for the busy days that carried me down all kinds of different roads had kept me quite occupied over the past weeks. So busy, in fact, that I scarcely had the time to enjoy the simple wonders that left you gasping for air. But for once, I had time to simply sit, with no particular intention, and just gaze off into the abyss, thinking about the good times, and the bad, the wonders, and the horrors.

I had been perched upon a bench, positioned so that when one turns around, he may stare past the iron railing and out into the clear blue waters of the beach, and then up into the ever changing sky that the seagulls weaved up and out of. The busy afternoon when the Boardwalk was brimming with smiling pedestrians had long since passed, and, at least to my current knowledge, I found myself quite alone, a matter that I was quite happy to be part of.

When this feeling first developed, I cannot be sure, but I have never liked the company of others. In truth, I would be better off to avoid it completely. I was neither the most talkative canine, nor the friendliest, making the entire situation quite hard to end suitably. Yet, it was inevitable. I had become aware that the number of strays in the area had been growing immensely, and now almost everywhere I seemed to turn, I could not help running into another blasted creature.

Finally, I tore my eyes from the landscape that had slowly been dissipating as my thoughts dwindled, and I rose to my paws and leaped from the bench, landing delicately on my paws in the center of the wooden walkway. Head swiveling around with ease, I took up a leisurely pace down the road, head lifted in an arrogant way as if I were king of the world. And perhaps I was, as long as no one was there. However highly I thought of myself, it was rather hard to convince others to be dictated by myself.

As I passed the rickety corner stores that silently stared right through me, I suddenly became aware of a figure that laid ahead. At first glance, I was sure I saw a human, huddled on the ground, but as I peered closer and my vision focused, the figure of a second canine became framed in the center o my vision. A sigh escaped from my maw, yet I did not lower my head. Though I thought quite highly of myself, I had no feeling for others, another reason that I steered clear from communicating with the more lowly crowd.

I trotted forward upon the dog, a femme, not even sure whether or not she sensed my presence. Stopping a few feet away from her, I forced myself to dip my head, ever so slightly, in greeting. Though my thoughts for the being were not quite polite, I had no desire at the moment to get myself into a fight. And if simply giving her a diplomatic welcome did the trick, then that was would have to happen.

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

A slightly dizzy head rose in reply to a now lingering smell, stray. She had swollowed the hotdogs so quickly, it left her slightly woozy from the quick placment of food in her stomach. Zephyr turned her head, blinking into the dimming sunlight to see a rather large dog coming her way. He stopped a few paw lengths from her, and nodded his head in what seemed like a greeting.
Zeph's tail lowered, and her ears disapeared behind her head. She raised her nose a tiny bit, sniffing him first. He seemed no trouble, but she wasn't so sure.

Zeph took a step back, debating to run or stay and make conversation. Her head bobbed once, a reply to his greeting. 'Hello...' she tried to raise her voice, but it cracked. She hadn't used it in so long, she was amazed she even knew how to speek. Zephyr seemed dumbfounded by her own voice.

[Ємßєг§]

Throughout my life, I have always found it quite puzzling to watch the different reactions to simple gestures. Greetings, simply. For example, I have run into many dogs whom will attack you the second you come within sight of them. On the otherhand, there are the dogs whom if you approach, will seem to jump all over you, bouncing up and down like a rabbit who drank a little to much caffine.

As I looked at the femme in front of me, that sense seemed to envelope me, for it was quite curious that one could be so seemingly wary when another shows signs of a mere greeting. For a second, I paused to admire my apparent terrifying sense that I was obviously giving off to the other canine.

Eyeing her curiously, like a cat cornering a mouse, I over looked her figure. She was a collie, with thick luxiourous fur, almost exeeding the length of my own, and a small glimmer in her eyes that portrayed both fear and curiosity at the same time, leaving me dumbfounded. The Fae was most unlike me, for feeling two emotions at the same time did not seem natural in my views. You were either happy, or sad, angry or calm. Take your pick.

I shifted into a sitting position, still towering of the collie, but making her aware that I had no intention to attack her, maim her, or whatever she had in mind. I bobbed my head slowly, encouraging her not to act like a frightened piece of prey, and that she could say more if she would like. Her voice seemed almost hoarse, as if she had recently gotten over a terrible cold.

Since I generally wasn't the one to start the conversations, I winced inwardly, trying to come up with something to say rather than sound like a complete idiot. I wanted her to know that I was in charge, but not intimidate her at the same time. Maybe this was what I needed, a conversation that didn't end quite as bleakly as many of them did.

Greetings, I rumbled carefully, making sure to prononciate each syllable. I am Serendipity. Who might you be?

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

Zeph cracked a smile, but she felt like her face was going to fall off. She felt her legs tremble slightly when he spoke. Dark, almost commanding. She opened her mouth to speek again. 'Serendipity..' she said his name, as if telling herself he was acctually real, not just a stray who was talking to her nicely. Well, sort of. She looked down for a second, then looked back up and locked eyes with him. 'Zephyr.' she said, and looked away towards the setting sun, her mother's image flashing before her eyes. She blinked, looking back to who she now knew as Serendipity. When she said her name, it sounded like her mother's voice. As if, her mother was speeking for her.
Immediatly her ability to speek was stronger, as was her confidence, but not by much.
'My names Zephyr.' she said, as if he didn't hear her the first time. 'a pleasure to meet you.' she finished it gracefully, crossing one of her paws infront of the other and sitting down, facing him. She examined him secretly, his tall stocky build, medium length white coat, and those eyes.
She had to look away, afraid he caught her staring. He was handsome, a true male. In no ways did he look like the scrappy mutts that walked these streets. She felt warm, turning her gaze back to him. Oh god, he might think me bipolar. One second frightened, the next embarased. she thought suddenly.

[Ємßєг§]

Though I couldn't see myself, I could tell my nodding motions slowing to a stop until I sat stalk still, gazing into the eyes of the dog that sat opposite of me. I pursed my lips, attempting to think of something to say, but was unable to come up with any reasonable statement to utter aloud. There was something about her that reminded me so much of someone from long ago, yet I could not place who it was.

The femme spoke in a way I could not describe. Some of the sounds that escaped her lips seemed to only be phrases, but they somehow said so much more. Hidden secrets that dwelt within certain things that were said. Each emotion she felt seemed to leak out as she murmured her quiet words out into the evening.

A cool breeze picked up and my fur billowed back behind me. I had to plant myself firmly on the ground for fear that I'd, perhaps, blow away in the wind. I felt so fragile as I sat there, just conversing. Like I needed to be bigger and not lower myself to the likes of others. For the first time, I began to wonder why I was doing this, breaking my usual habits for something as transparent as this.

For a second, I opened my mouth to speak, but found myself shutting it. She had spoken. Zephyr had spoken, as her name had turned out to be. I turned away and looked back out at the sea. The golden rays of the sun no longer lingered in the sky, and only a coal gray slate of sky remained above the waters. The ocean's torrent had calmed tremendously, somewhat like myself. When I had been sitting upon that bench, I felt calm, yet excited to be alone. Yet now, a different kind of tranquility had been bestowed upon me.

And as the temperature began to drop, and the wind whistled, I cocked my head and asked her with an authoritive voice, What brings you here? Though it was none of my concern, I figured it would be best to know Zephyr's purpose in this world. Then again, did I even know my own?

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

Zeph blinked, unable to answer his question. Does anyone really have a purpose? She wasn't going to speek her mind, but felt it slip. She immediatly drew in a breath, knowing she shouldn't of said it, but it was to late. Zephyr licked her lips like before, sighing. He wouldn't find her choice of words amuzing, and that could mean the end to her.
Zeph stood up, suddenly restless. She lowered her head, as if saying sorry to him, then turning, ready to leave. Her stomach grumbled, apparently the hotdogs weren't enough.

((ooc))
my muse points just dropped by two until something happens! ><

[Ємßєг§]

Though I found it odd to be feeling two emotions at once, I did not, however, find it strange to have sudden mood swings so powerful they could knock one off of their paws, or crush the breath right out of one’s lungs like a gust of furious wind. As Zephyr spoke, I was utterly amazed, surprised, actually, by her sudden statement. The funny thing was, it was the kind of declaration that could leave a canine rooted in the same spot for the rest of their lives, but still could not come to a conclusion on whether or not it was true.

Did we have a purpose? I sometimes wondered the same thing. For days at a time, I would sit, wondering what fate has laid out for me, and when nothing happened, I would doubt that there was such a thing as fate, or destiny. That we were there for no utter purpose at all, but to just waste our insignificant lives away.

It was a bold statement, I realized, and Zephyr seemed to almost bow her head in sorrow, afterwards. I found myself pitying her, to be so terrified of me that she felt that she had to ask for forgiveness for stating her own opinion. The sense felt terrible, for though I barely knew her, I didn’t want to see her act so fragile.

And as she turned to walk away, I too lowered my head, not nearly bold enough to rush forth and stop her. What was the point in talking to her anyway? At least I praise myself for not ending up fighting with her in any way. At least I didn’t think so.

But as I turned, a sharp scent wafted into my nose, quite a familiar smell, but something aabout it made me feel wary. In that instant, a dark figure emerged from a small gap in between the corner store that separated both I and Zephyr, a human. A dark sense swirled around him as he peered at the two of us from his hiding spot. How dense was he, to think we did not notice his presence?

As a few seconds passed, and he began to creep out of the crevice, I spied a net, clasped in his right hand. It was then I realized his intentions. In an instant, I spun around and fled down the boardwalk, tongue lolling out in my dash. Run, Zephyr, Run! I called back to the femme I had left behind before I jumped over the counter of the nearest shop and ducked underneath of it.

[[OOC: We're going to have to take turns controlling the human's actions, by the way.]]

[(--Z E P H Y r!]

Zephyr turned, right as the man came out from hiding. What had he said? Zephyr hadn't caught Serendipity's words correctly, because right as his words were spoken, the man raised his net quickly above him and brang it down. Zeph ran before the net came down on her, in the direction Serendipity had went. The man chased her, almost as fast as she was herself. Zeph knew she was alone on this, why rely on someone else, when they were getting away themselves. Zephyr came to the end of the boardwalk, and stopped before landing into the salty water. She stumbled, looking down into the dark water. Her heart was racing so fast she thought for a second the world could hear it.
Zephyr turned her head to see the man smiling, his net at his side, pointed away from him. She looked to her left, nothing but water, and the same on the right. It was at that moment she realized she didn't even know how to swim.
She didn't want to say it, and knew it was worthless. She never asked this, only if she truly needed it, and even then she made it through. Help me! Please! The man raised his net again, and brang it down over Zephyr, where it forced her to crouch down. The man pulled the net towards him, causing her to fall onto her side. Her thoughts raced, where was he going to take her? What would happen to her? But a bold thought interupted them.
Would Serendipity care?

[Ємßєг§]

From behind the counter, I could not see the scene that played where my vision could not reach. I could not see Zephyr flashing past me, nor the terrible man that was attempting to capture us for terrible purposes. Yet I could hear them, both paws and feet pounding rapidly against the eroded boards, past me and beyond.

I slid from underneath my hiding spot and atop of the counter, peering out into the blackened scenery. The muffled sounds of the victim and the pursuer erupted from my left, and without thinking, my legs carried my swiftly in that direction, intent on finding what had happened to the femme.

Why I seemed to care, I was not quite sure, but for once I felt that I had a purpose, and that was to save the canine I had only spoken a few mere words to from a certaintly terrible future. So, in hot pursuit of the two, I found the boardwalk narrow on both sides, and I skidded to a halt.

At the end of the walkway, I found the man balancing precautiously over the side of the railing, fishing around with his net for something in the water: Zephyr. She had jumped over the rail, and the man had her caught in his blasted net.

A sudden fury overcame me, and I bristled with rage. He had nor right to take Zephyr, nor any other canine. With a gallant leap, I catapulted myself at the unaware man, leaping at his back with a a furious growl. I wanted to tear at his flesh, rip it off his very hide.

Out of the corner of my eye as I soared through the air, I could spot Zephyr, sprawled helplessly in the water, struggling. Orbs glinting with hate, I prepared for a safe, fufilling landing.