._there's always sparks before a STORM_. {tinkue'}

[rampage]

Tinuke' glanced up at Hybrid with a weary eye, and then at the trailer which held prisoner, the overweight Asian man, his temper easily could be heard in his ears as his fist pounded the door, his swearing filling in his auds as he gave a light smirk, a sheepish grin stretching the corners of his mouth.
"And get beat to death? -I don't think so..." Tinuke' grinned as he licked his chops, then dismounted the booth, knocking over some utensils and a large tray containing hundred of chopsticks, the wooden sticks splattering on the steam table behind him as he nuzzled Hybrid on his way out.
"We better go..." he said as he glanced over his shoulder to spot police officers running in their direction to the Asian man's rescue.
In the mean time, Tinuke' took a moment to see the dozens of eyes on them in shock, many of them holding the expression that clearly said, "Wow... that just happened."

Tinuke' bolted in a flash, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Hybrid was following him and left the market, returning his eyes forward to lay eyes upon the open streets, cars zooming past as they struck puddles of water and sent them spraying out to their right, nearly missing Tinuke' by a few inches.
He rounded the corner as if nothing had happened, as if he had been doing the sort of thing his whole life. He hated being a thief, would much rather be in the hands of a human than on his own, where at least he knew he had company, food, and water 24/7 without having to get his paws dirty or having to sacrifice his morals. But no, that wasn't the case, instead, his master left him by order of the National Guard, along with hundreds of other pets who were left to die, and when the storm wasn't enough to kill them, Tinuke' was... with the encouragement of another.
Tinuke' never liked being a thief, he didn't like to steal or hurt others, especially those who were trying to make a living. He hated this way of life, he hated using others to get what it was that he needed most, but in the end, he was no coward, and he certaily didn't have to feel pitiful for what he was doing. Surviving was nothing to be ashamed of, and when it came down to the stomach, instincts often took over, and when the instincts took over, something else often came out.
He turned to face Hybrid as a dark figure continued to approach him, a black German shepherd, one in which he paid no attention to, -accupied with his eyes on Hybrid at the moment, waiting for her to catch up.

[)hYbRiD(]

I grinned slyly and followed Tinuke out of the market, dodging cars and people. I was lagging behind and out of breath, so I decided to take a shortcut. Making sure there were no cars, I started to jog across the street. That's when I saw two headlights coming straight towards me. I froze. My legs were like cement, glued to the street. I heard yelling and a horn, and yet I didn't hear it. I saw the car trying to brake, but it was too late.

flying,
how could i fly
i had no wings

crashing
as glass cut my skin
dented garbage cans
sidewalk
people screaming

darkness....

(she's not dead, she just kinda blanched out)

[rampage]

It happened in a flash of moments, his eyes softened when he saw her running gracefully through the streets. He... turned away for a second, thought he heard his name, and then came the squealing of tires, and horns, crashing, and the crack of glass.
His eyes darted to the right and he saw her, nerves twitching, but... he heard the screaming and the crack of open doors as people began to surround the dog that had been hit.

"...Life's end... it's rather tragic..."[/i] the voice declared as the figure took a seat next to him, age clearly written in his maw.
"I.... just met her..." Tinuke' whimpered as his eyes softened on her none-moving form.
"Thunderhawk raised you -to believe that you couldn't love... and that anyone you met, would meet some terrible fate..." the black German Shepherd gazed at him with steady burning eyes.
Tinuke' swallowed hard, watching as some pulled out their cell phones to call the nearest animal rescue shelter, or perhaps an animal emergency clinic.
"You know... I never could accept what they were doing to you... I did everything I could to protect you from them. Even endangered myself on multiple accounts. I saw you as the son I never had, but in the end, you were just being trained to become another pawn in a much larger game of chess." the dog spoke as he too, observed from a distance.
"Is that why you let me escape so easily?" Tinuke' asked the older dog sincerely as he glanced over to face the eyes of the shepherd that raised him.
"I would've run myself, but then again, I'm not in the physical form I used to be. Being old has worn down my limbs, and even now, I find myself struggling to keep up with the others." he grinned as he glanced down at the reflective surface before him, damp with rain water as he gazed into his own reflection, hating the image he saw in return.
"All we did... was get something to eat... all I wanted to do was please her... and this is what she gets...?" Tinuke' indicated the bulging form on the side of the road.
"We can't help what we are... nor can we guarantee that others will see joy from it. We're transformed through conditioning, to see the way things are from an all new perspective. We're beasts..." The shepherd stated with a pause, raising his chin as the wind swept through his coat.
"Yet somewhere inside, there lies a scared and fragil heart. But without a shell to protect it, it's like the yolk of an egg." The shephered spoke cleanly, and clearly.
Tinuke' closed his eyes in disbelief, if he went in to protect her, it would do no good. She's be missing out on the treatment she would need. She would die, and yet -if he left her alone, he would find himself -too, alone. It was the one thing that he feared the most, living alone, with no company, no one to talk to, no one to share his life with, or -for that matter, what life he had left.
"If you truely love her, you'd leave her be. She doesn't need to be involved with our way of life. She doesn't need to see who you really are." he glared down into his eyes.
"Is that what you want? -To shatter her image of you? -To fear you?" he asked Tinuke' as police vehicles came upon the scene, followed by animal control.
"Sometimes it's best that we allow the image of oursevles to rest as they are, to fabricate them into something else. She doesn't need to know what you really are, but then again, you don't either." he said as he took a step back, gazing into her distant and liquid eyes as he stood from his romp, and took several steps back, fear overwhelming his facial expression as he closed his eyes, where a tear began to flood along the fine hairs that made out his lashes, and they fell, splattering the already dampened pavement as his nails scurried along the surface, and he fallowed the shepherd, a distinct knowledge already built in his mind as to where he was taking him. Glancing over his shoulder at the gradually disappearing Hybrid, more tears falling as he felt his heart shatter before him, pound in his chest as he followed the dog, the only one who had enough heart to love him, even after he saw what Raven Thunderhawk was doing to him, the only one who managed to protect him from their harsh fangs, or the force of their bodies.

"A demon is not meant to love, he is an icon resurrected for the sole purpose to repent. He cannot, and will not love, for love is something he is unable to return. Every figure needs it's icon to control the people... whether it be the stars and stripes... -or, the hammer and sickle..."

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[celadonwolf]

"What's all the commotion?" wondered Morag as she walked by. Her coat damp with rain. She saw a Husky and a Black German Shepherd. She sniffed the air. Both Male. There were people everywhere. "Uh... hi. What's going on?" she yelled from a distance. They didn't hear her. They walked off. She decided to follow them.