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Post by baylee on Dec 15, 2010 6:29:54 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Anyone call for knight in shinning amour?just give me call and you would find me there +++++++++++++++++++++++++ Baylee still sat on the hill watching the cars driving pass in silently. Baylee never regret helping the stray canine which bitten him. He loved being like this and would love too have his human days back. The first time he changed into his dog form it hurt like hell. It felt like he was unable too breath as the Icelandic Sheepdog feature began too form. Now he have done it a couple of times he was find with it. It didn't bother him, one advantage of it though he was able too get out of certain situations quickly by using his form. Not many people know who he is in his canine form. Baylee wasn't a very social person due too the fact he was bullied throughout his life and doesn’t know how too socialized with other people or dogs. Though being dog was a little easier as after five minutes he was able too wag his spilz like tail and pressed his front paws onto the ground, showing he was eager too play. His orbs were ice blue which was rare for his breed, since they were mainly hazel, copper or brown.
Slowly placing his forelegs onto the floor, he let a tear or two fall down his cheek and onto the soil. He hated being lonely now. Suddenly his fox like erect auds pricked up and he heard another canine talking too him. Are the talking too me? he thought more as the female, a black and tan Manchester Terrier like canine came up him. Licking his ivory muzzle as he nodded about his breed. Baylee didn’t care what her breed was, he was relieved when another canine came too him, just too being nice for start hello there, I am Baylee , for some strange reason the Terrier ran off and Baylee felt it was because of him so he moved some more.
He had no collar on as he didn’t want too feel like a pet. Sniffing the sidewalk, as he explored some more. The world was horrible place as people scare the crap out of him with they threaten behaviour. Panting some more he found shade where there was no people. Lying on his side he began too pant as the sunshine began too overheat him, having a long-coat can be a disadvantage in the warm weather. Snoozing a little he cooled for while, before leaving again.
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Post by Izzy James Sparks on Dec 15, 2010 20:53:43 GMT -5
Izzy treaded lightly down the sidewalk. This was exactly what he needed, to clear his head by taking a long walk out in the fresh air of New York. He had never really been the exercising type but had somehow managed to stay in relatively great shape throughout most of his life. He desperately wanted the day to end, to begin anew and to have a fresh start in the morning... or a hangover.
The previous morning had involved little to nothing out of the ordinary other than the early-morning call he had received. It had been five a.m. and his cell phone had rang loudly and annoyingly close to his head as he had thrown it on the nightstand the night before. He had been sleeping face-down with his face buried into his pillow. In response to the startling sound he had reluctantly slammed his fist down on the wooden drawers in an attempt to silence the blasted ringing. All that it had gotten him was a knocked over lamp and a busted up glass. That was how his morning had began, smashing his had down onto a glass of only God-knows-what and in return getting shards of glass buried deep within his skin. Instead of breakfast he had spent his first hour or two pulling out the bloodied material from his flesh.
After getting up he dressed himself in his normal British flag tank-top and ripped up jeans with some ragged sneakers and his crimson-red headband.
A little later in the day the phone rang again, this time he could not even find the darn thing. He had searched while it had been ringing but immediately gave up after it had silenced itself. It didn't take long for the thing to go off once again -and for the final time. Izzy had found the phone and picked it up, reading the caller I.D. It was his dad. Without much hesitation he pressed down on the button labeled "ignore". Nearly two seconds later it rang again, same thing. Letting out a loud, annoyed sigh he clicked it on.
"Hello?" he had asked in the most annoyed sounding voice he could muster. To this he received an immediate rant from the man who had raised him. "Look, dad, I don't have time for this," he cut him off.
"Oh," [/i] the voice replied, full of sarcasm. "Did you get yourself a gig then? Hmm? Are you 'famous' yet?"[/i] his father asked in a mocking tone, putting emphasis on the word "famous". It was true that his father had been less than supportive throughout Izzy's life and had barely cared about the little "brute" as he called him. Izzy's face twisted in anger from his dad's statement. It took little from nothing of how his father was continuing for him to decide to just hang up and throw the communication device out the window. Stretching he spoke sarcastically to himself, "Gee, what a wonderful f***ing way to start a morning."Bringing his thoughts back into the present he gazed around. He was coming to a hill where he noticed a dog had placed itself. Squinting his eyes he noticed the canine had no collar on. 'He's probably just another common stray,' he thought to himself. Glaring at the dog with his bright blue eyes he felt weird about the sheepdog. His emotions started to boil up inside him. "What are you staring at, you little brute?" he asked in an angry tone, venting almost and using the term his father had used to describe him.[/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Lee Steeldirge on Dec 15, 2010 21:08:13 GMT -5
Jacket? Check. Backpack? Double check. iPod charged and ready? Triple check. It was with a positive attitude that Lee walked out of his hotel, a wide smile on his face. With headphones plugged firmly in his ears, he paraded around Queens, walking on beat, and looking out for... well, he wasn't even sure. Just something... anything.
"Do you have the time, to listen to me whine... about nothing and everything all at once! I am one of those, melodramatic fools... neurotic to the bone no doubt about it!" he sang as he rounded a corner onto a side street. Several people turned heads towards Lee's direction, but he didn't really give a damn about their disapproving stares. They were just ordinary people. He was Leonardo James Steeldirge, and if he felt like singing, he'd damn well sing. He deserved it after all things he'd seen out in the warzone.
"Sometimes I give myself the creeps! Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me! It all keeps adding up... I think I'm cracking up-- oh? What's that?" he interrupted himself, blinking ahead at what seemed to be a miserable looking figure and a beautiful fluffy dog.
"What are you staring at, you little brute?
"I think the answer to that one is pretty simple my good man. He's staring at you. Quite a lovely dog too ya know," Lee called out, waving a hand at the blond male as he walked over. He tilted his head to the side, "No offense sir, but you look awfully miserable. I'm sure the dog only wants to cheer you up. They're quite good at that you know."
He reached a hand toward Baylee, patting his head a couple of times, and sending him a meaningful glance. Lee could tell that this dog was not just a dog...that he was a human as well... a skinwalker like him. The nod was a sign of peace, as he really had no desire to fight anyone here. He just wanted to have a good time, and possibly relieve any tension that was going on around here.
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