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

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Love was something hidden. I had never met love, in any shape. I had never felt love, or a connection to someone. Really, I didnt care for love. I was a rutheless brute, as evil as the sun was hot. I hated all matters of life, cared none of others, and spat on anyone who stepped in my way. I just pushed them aside, and kept walking. Really, I was a bastard, cursed to walk the Earth in the most handsome of suits. I thought highly of myself, and very, very low of others. I grinned at this, and knew that I would never trully find love.

I stepped lightly down the center of the street, head held high, and flexing strong muscles with each sweeping step. I hadn't stopped this gait for over three miles, and was nowhere near the dreaded thirst or exhaustion. I smiled, my tail slashing the air once, twice, then holding straight. I finally stopped, sitting in the center of the road. I looked foreward, smelling everything around me. The old victorian houses were dark and lonely in the high sun, their owners gone for the weekend. Each house, it seemed, was deserted because its family didn't want to stay in the area for the two days of Saturday and Sunday. Thats alright, it left trash cans open to my liking.

I looked around finally, blue optics adjusting to the bright light. I finally yawned, and stood again, stretching my long legs before standing straight. I started to walk again, but diagnol across the pavement. The house infront of me was the lightest blue, with black shingles and and a black door. I lifted myself easily onto the sidewalk, and bounded across the yard and into the shade made by the tall home. I layed down, leaning against the bricks, and looked out at the street I had come from. There was something nice about being a street dog, there was more open to you, no boundaries, no fences, leashes, pesky owners. It was freedom only the fit could enjoy, and I, thankfully, was the fit. I was the god of the streets, owner of the world, and everything was mine. That sufficed.

[xMis.Matchx]

x.Blaire.x

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name

My body was sprawled against the door of someone's house. I was waiting for something...Someone. Maybe the family here had children and maybe the children would want a puppy. Maybe that puppy of all puppies would be me.

Maybe I was a dog, not a puppy. I really didn't know, or care anymore but my paws still seemed awfully large for my body, so I kept guessing. I was guessing about a lot of things nowadays. An example would be, should I really have ran; retreated form my old owner after the car ride? I don't know any more. I don't think I'd know if someone slapped my face with the answer then made it dance on the tip of my nose...I'd just be annoyed at the answer and you know...Squash it.

Squash it like that annoying fly that always decided to land on the tip of your muzzle at the worst of times and dances around there, taunting you because you have to stay quiet so you can't squash it. If you move, you're found by whatever you're hiding from, if you don't, you don't get caught, but you're taunted by a bug that always flies away before you can squash it when finally you're done hiding. Either way you lose.

That's what I felt like now. I had lost if I left, I had lost if I stayed. Did it really matter any more? Now I was lonely, hungry, and thirsty almost always. I knew I'd be hot in the summer...Much, much too hot. And in the winters, I may or may not be cold. I really didn't know. I hadn't ever survived long enough to see a winter, and if I had, I don't remember it. I would have been to young to remember it.

If I stayed though, would the consequences have been any better? I doubt it. Either way, it was too late to change things now. Now I was stuck at some strange human's doorway, hoping for the best.

To tell the truth, I really wasn't paying much attention any more. At one point, if I hadn't been so lonely, I probably would have blabbered out paragraphs on end of how pretty the trees were and how odd humans were for throwing out the guts of strange, orange, hard, orange things. The guts of something I didn't feel bad about eating and the guts of something that tasted good.

The strange, hard, orange things looked like balls...Like the toys I used to play with. That too would have, at one point, excited me. Now it just made me remember how much I missed my humans, and the life I had before this.

Wasn't I 'rare' and special and stuff? What happened to that? Was I no longer important enough to be worth keeping? This thought frightened me.

What if all humans thought that? What if I was condemned to this horror-filled place for the rest of my life? I whined loudly at the thought, not caring who hard, wishing that my mom would come and protect me like she had when I was younger; wishing that I could be with my siblings, and my first human, and having everything I used to own.

Even though I knew wishing would do me no good. I was a pup, or so I thought, and I was allowed to wish and dream and hope. At least I really hoped that I was allowed because I really didn't think I'd be able to survive with my thoughts, hopes, and dreams stripped of me as well.

I sighed and curled up into a tight ball on the porch of the human's den-like house and began to whine even loudly. It was a high-pitched squeaky sound, like that you heard of small, small puppies. Even if I wasn't one, I sounded like one at the moment, and I no longer care.

Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story.


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

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When you havnt met another dog in a while, you start to feel the heavy feeling of being alone. You can just tell that the air is still, even when you are moving, and you can tell when you are really... lonely. You just know that there may be no hope for you, and you start to give up on friends, and a social life. I gave up on a social life along time ago. Well, almost. The night I met Serendipity was cool, and it had given me hope, and somehow I wish I had stayed with him, helped him cure his life of the dreaded mistress Zephyr and her apparantly better-than-Serendipity love, Mr. Kayne. I should have stayed with Serendipity acctually, helped him rid his fears of the two.

But I didnt. So I moved on, and I hoped Serendipity got his piece of mind, whether he slayed the mutts or not. Something caught my mind though, and my head raised off the ground. I looked around, and a ball of fluff caught my eye. I raised to my feet, stretching out then, then turning in the direction of the fluff and started a smooth walk. I sniffed alittle, raising my head and stepping onto the walkway that led to her. She was cute, alittle pup, and had that innocent, but pained expression.

I sat down a few feet from her ledge, and tilted my head, and in a thick english accent, spoke lyrics. Well hello little love. What might you be doing here all alone? Wheres your ma? I grinned, and my tail beat the ground once, and then layed still behind me.

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x.Blaire.x

My mind seemed to flip between reality and fantasy as I lied there, half alseep, half awake. At one point I could no longer tell what was real or not from how tired I was, but I refused to fall alssep now. I didn't want to see the nightmares that awaited me if I waited for sleep to fall over me. So now, instead of welcoming sleep like I usually did, I fear it; I fought it.

I had always had the ability to tell when a great change was coming upon me. I never knew what it was, or when it would come, but I could feel it, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but feeling something other then fear felt...good.

For the longest time, I had been scared that I'd be alone, wandering these maze-like streets without ever finding anyone. I'd be completely and utterly alone while following the same exact thing. my life would jsut be repeats, so this feeling of change, it gave me hope, even if it did scare me.

Soon enough, I heard lyrics. Caniens noises other then those of my moronic and pointless yelping.
"Well hello little love. What might you be doing here all alone? Wheres your ma?" I heard, and my noises stopped.

He seemed friendly enough so almost instantly I uncurled myself from my tight ball of soft, warm fur, stood up, and wagged my tail excitedly. In a way, I was mentally clinging to him if that were possible. If he left, I felt like my heart would break in half. i had been left alone far too many times for my small heart to take.

"HI HI HI!"
I barked out as loudly as I could, my tail whipping from side to side, going so fast i was surprised it didn't either rip off from whatever odd pull held me to earth when I jumped.

Soon I gained my head and my excitement slowly faded into the more unphased face I normally held to hide my emotions.
"Ummm.....Errmmmmm....I meant hello?"
I said, making it sound mroe like a question then a statement. I was so happy to see someone, so excited to see someone, I couldn't believe it. It hurt to be see happy; if that made any sense.

My voice soon came back to me, and I spoke again, this time answering what he said,
"My mom? I haven't seen her for a long time...Not since the first time I rode in a car. I used to live in a house...Like this one." I motioned up with my head, to the porch above me, to the house, and then continued, "The second ride...I ran. The humans I could tell had been upset for a long time about something and the ride didn't feel good, so I ran."

My tiredness had completely disappeared and now I merely stood there with an idiotic smile on my face, my tail wagging, waiting for an answer form the what-I-thought-to-be-older-dog.


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