And another door opens...

Harlow

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And another door opens... Nov 7, 2014 15:24:15 GMT -4

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Post by Harlow on Nov 7, 2014 15:24:15 GMT -4

A perpetual smile graced Harlow's black lips as she trotted through the stream with dainty steps. It had been too long since she had come across such an abundance of fresh water, and this stream was just what she needed to wash away some of the stresses she carried along her journey. Her decision to leave her original place of rest was, of course, the obvious; a depleting supply of food and water. The restful nights started to turn into the worst time to let her guard down, and the old, windowless car wasn't exactly the most protected place to sleep. She became lonely, too, horribly so. No one ever considered Harlow to be overly sociable, but even loners needed a friendly voice to hear every once in a while. Against what were probably her best interests, Harlow set out in search of....something. She wasn't exactly sure what, but she needed a change, that was for damn sure. Stumbling upon a stream was an extra big bonus, and it probably meant that there was life close by, too.

With her nose to the ground, she stepped out of the stream and searched for a scent of something living, maybe a rabbit or a mouse, or something else small and edible. But instead of prey, the scent of other canines filled her nostrils. Shocked, she paused for a moment, wondering if it was safe to keep going in this direction. The scent certainly wasn't threatening. In fact, there was more than one scent. She caught whiffs of male and female dogs, some of them multiple times. She could tell that this land was frequented.

A pack of them? She thought to herself, moving slowly now. This could mean food...family. She cringed at the word family. No one could ever replace what she lost, but she could sure as hell try. For fear of trespassing, she stopped where she was and sat down tentatively. She let out a few short barks, which she worried were not loud enough. She was always taught to be quiet, so as not to disturb the cattle she had to herd.

Scout Brock

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And another door opens... Nov 7, 2014 23:30:27 GMT -4 via mobile

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Post by Scout Brock on Nov 7, 2014 23:30:27 GMT -4

Silence was the atmosphere the brute lived in. No matter where he went, the demon seemed to follow him every where. At times he fought back, but he learned that this 'demon' was not a true one. It was part of live whether he liked it or not. Their was no escaping it, so why try? Its always there, fulling up the empty voids, always there in the beginning and will be there in the end. The first thing Brock decide to do once he woke was to go on a patrol. He needed to get his mind off of a couple things and what's better than to do something he was born to do. It was not long until the silence was broken by multiple barks. Strange...many howl, not bark. His eyebrows furrowed and he quickly made haste towards the direction of the barks. The German shepherd had arrived just days ago, so he knew not where he was going, but his nose led him straight towards the place he needed to be. For a moment he just stood there looking at the loner. The pattern that was splashed on its pelt was something he has seen many times before...only different. Finally, he made his way out of the forest and towards the borders. His expression was blank but his body was ridge with tense muscles. His tail bristled with authority, but it did not curl around his back like most packs dogs. He believed that dominance should be shown only when needed, the loner has done nothing but arrived. Unless it does something to tick the brute off, he shall remain in a tense stance. "You called?"

Harlow

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And another door opens... Nov 11, 2014 9:02:22 GMT -4

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Post by Harlow on Nov 11, 2014 9:02:22 GMT -4

Harlow felt silly just sitting there waiting in silence, possibly for no one to come. As much as she waned to give up, something kept her grounded where she sat. Maybe it was the way the grass felt beneath her paws. Maybe it was the way the stream babbled softly behind her, or the way the breeze suddenly felt electric. Her ears perked and her wet nose twitched. She could smell it. It was getting closer. Another dog? Yes, yes it was! Her tail wiggled quickly behind her as she shuffled in place. The breeze died then, and the air went dead. She knew she was being watched and a small pang of anxiety swept through her. Why was she so worried? This wasn't her usual MO. Both of her parents had taught her to be tough and stand her ground. Her father always said that she needed to have balls - not literally, of course - if she wanted to do what her mother did, which was stand tall even under the hooves of cows five times her size running around. Certainly Harlow could stand tall now. Hell, it had to be easier especially without 15 cows stampeding over her.

So why did she feel like running?

It was then, right before nerves got the better of her, when the presence made itself visible. Himself, rather. Much bugger than Harlow and certainly not as skittish, this dog showed a clear, bridled authority that demanded respect. Harlow' ears fell flush with her skull and her head dipped, her brown eyes still locked onto this new dog.
"You called?" The male called, standing stone still. This eased Harlow's rapidly beating mildly. He was responding to her barks. She suddenly felt embarrassed. She knew that wasn't how dogs normally communicated but she couldn't help it. She was a stalker, not a siren.
Aright, Harley, snap the frig out of it. You are a grown as woman, not a puppy. Now get a grip. Show him who you really are.
After her small internal pep talk, Harlow raised her head and stood up. Stood tall. She did not show any tense signs or imply that she wanted any trouble.
"Yes, yes I did. I just came from..." she paused, taking a quick look behind her before turning back. "I'm not exactly sure where it is that I came from, but I used to live there. I've been traveling alone for a while now. It just happened to lead me here to this pack land and, well....I guess it made me hopeful. It's been a long time since I've seen other dogs. Friendly ones,at least."

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And another door opens... Nov 12, 2014 15:09:27 GMT -4

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Post by Scout Brock on Nov 12, 2014 15:09:27 GMT -4

Brock looked down at the loner and with a bored expression, he watched the emotions explode in the loners orbs. Fear. Confusion. Worry. He could tell all of this just by a simple glance into its eyes. One thing he was best at was reading others. Since he rarely spoke, he had a lot of time to watch how others worked. When the dog began to rise from its submissive positions, his gaze slowly traveled downward, scanning its frame taking all the information in about them. Brock snapped his gaze back to the loners gaze as she began to speak. "Female. Pelt mixed with brown and black. Wary about situation," he said to himself as he stood looking at her. His pin point ears perked, taking in every word she had to offer. Though Brock wouldn’t call himself ‘intimidating’, he seemed to always make someone wary about themselves. Why? He had no idea. Maybe it was just him. To show her that he understood what she meant, he nodded firmly. He to came from the unknown city that now stood in the ruins of its own failure. His expression never wavered from blankness. Letting the silence stretch, Brock though about what this fae could do to help his pack. They were low on numbers, so at least she would be helping them with that. Shifting on his paws, he looked at the unknown fae and spoke,”You know, darling. It would help if I knew your name. And while you’re at it, tell me what skills you can provide for my pack.”