Post by Osterreich on Dec 29, 2009 21:06:30 GMT -5
(Let's just say Thai left and Roddy's sleepin.... yea. btw, Diary Of Jane, good song...)
"S-su-san, I'm scared." The smaller of the two breathed into the cold mountian air around them, hot breath becoming a whisp of white fog in the dimming day light. The smaller of the two had blonde hair that was very fair in color, though it wasn't well groomed. His pelt was currently messed up in an odd fashion, random bits of fur sticking up in odd directions, like he just woke up from a, bad, night's rest. His light lavander eyes were currently heavily accented with the affect of little sleep as well. His claws were currently scrapping slightly on the mountian rock below them as they walked,
Shre-shing, shre-shing, shre-shing,
The sound was a little creepy, for it highlighted how silent it was around them as the sound echoed through the empty air, punctuaiting the long silence. The sound could make a listener hold their breath in mock fear as the creeping sound chilled their spine. Like a ghost that no one saw, creating this scraping sound of enamel against solid granet.
But, as soon as the sounds started, they sono stopped, plunging the area into a ice cold silence that was deafening to the ear, and it hurt the smaller male's ears. He hated the silence, which was why he was usually talking so much, to prevent such silent timeables that he hated so much.
The stopping of sound had, of course, came to be because the smaller blonde stopped walking. That of which action caused his partner walking along beside him to stop as well, wondering if something was wrong.
"Su-san... you're hurt, please, please can we stop? He hurt you bad, if you keep walking you'll only get worse." The smaller whined in a whiper of a voice, looking at the male next to him. The other male, whom he called 'Su-san' which was really just a silly nickname he came up with to shorten his other nickname 'Sweden', looked at him with a cold stare for a moment. His eyes were ice blue in color that held a naturally intimidating gaze to them, like he was glaring in annoyance. But the smaller male had been with him long enough to know that he wasn't doing this on purpose, he wasn't trying to be scary, or glare. It was just how he was, he wasn't upset or anything, it was just a look he held. When he was upset, though, it was like he had a look that could stop rabid wolves in their track it was so scary. Anyway, his frame was larger and more muscular than that of the otehr, and he held a stronger, more intimidating stance. He seemed like a threat, and next to the other he looked even more so of one. His pelt was a well kept blonde in color, groomed nearly back as usual, though naturally a bit spikey. But, even in the dimmnig light as day changed to night, if one looked close enough they could see the dark red staining the blonde fur along his chest. The red liquid dripped out of a cut near his throat, just shy of slitting his throat, that dripped blood down his chest, stomach, arms and paws onto the rock ground below them, staining the gray rock red. The cut must have cut his jugular, to cause that amount of blood, but Sweden seemed compeltely unaffected by it, and still stood tall, his expression still calm and perfectly composed, and some what scary and intemidating as usual.
"M' f'ne, Tino." He said in his soft, yet rough tone of voice. He had the habit of using broken speech, and not using many vowels. Very few understood what he was saying, but once you've been around him long enough, you could understand him. For him, speaking was like marching through a winter snow storm in an open feild for a day. He hated talking. It made him wonder why the smaller male, who he called 'Tino' could talk so much.
"No you're not! Berwald please! I know where we are, we can get help!" Tino pleaded, almost begging. No, he was begging. Though Berwald could scare him to death sometimes, he hated being away from him and he didn't want him to get any worse than how he already was. Though he wouldn't show he was hurting, of course, he was too proud for something like that. Besides, if he did it might worry Tino, and he'd hate that. He hated seeing his face painted with worry like it was now. To him, making Tino worry was the worst thing he could do. Like kicking a puppy.
"...F'ne." Sweden complied after a moment in a mutter of a voice. At that, Tino's face lit up in a mix of emotions: Relief, happiness, worry, determination, and others.
"Good! come on." He said with a determined smile, grabbing the other's larger paw and leading him along the rocks. He did so at a pace as fast as he dared going without hurting Sweden more than he already was.
It wasn't long before Tino deemed it safe to stop, and he slowed his pace to a stop, finnaly releasing Berwald's paw. By now it was dark, and each breath they gave sent a small fog into the air of white mist, hot breath against cold air. Tino's lavander eyes looked around, landing on what he had hoped to find. A cave cut into the side of the mountian. A cave with a large mouth made by years of wear into the mountian face.
"Come on..." He whispered quietly, walking forward towards the rock formantion, Sweden following obidently, like he was a dog. But he was not a dog, of course. Tino glanced around the dark entrence of the cave, walking inside and taking a deep breath of the slightly warmer cave air that was nice on his cold lungs.
"Hello?" He called out, quieter than he should have. He noticed a male sleeping on the ground near the cave entrence. A male with a dark brown pelt that was nicely groomed against his body. He was slightly more curvy than most males, but it wasnt bad on him, actually. Though he was thin, Tino noticed with a slight frown of disatisfaction. He always worried about others to much, but even more so now because he knew this male. It was Roderich, one of his old friends. He had almost forgotten he was staying here. But one thing, he was asleep. Tino sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to wake the male up, he was sure he needed his rest. But, at least this meant he should be in the right place, yes?
With that thought, Tino walked farther into the cave, Sweden following and not bothering to ask about Roderich. "Anyone else here?" Tino called quietly, swallowing hard. He hated the silence in here, it made him think that something bad would happen....
If I had to, I would put myself right beside you, so let me ask: Would you like that? Would you like that? And I don't mind if you say this love is the last time, so now I'll ask: Do you like that? Do you like that?
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"S-su-san, I'm scared." The smaller of the two breathed into the cold mountian air around them, hot breath becoming a whisp of white fog in the dimming day light. The smaller of the two had blonde hair that was very fair in color, though it wasn't well groomed. His pelt was currently messed up in an odd fashion, random bits of fur sticking up in odd directions, like he just woke up from a, bad, night's rest. His light lavander eyes were currently heavily accented with the affect of little sleep as well. His claws were currently scrapping slightly on the mountian rock below them as they walked,
Shre-shing, shre-shing, shre-shing,
The sound was a little creepy, for it highlighted how silent it was around them as the sound echoed through the empty air, punctuaiting the long silence. The sound could make a listener hold their breath in mock fear as the creeping sound chilled their spine. Like a ghost that no one saw, creating this scraping sound of enamel against solid granet.
But, as soon as the sounds started, they sono stopped, plunging the area into a ice cold silence that was deafening to the ear, and it hurt the smaller male's ears. He hated the silence, which was why he was usually talking so much, to prevent such silent timeables that he hated so much.
The stopping of sound had, of course, came to be because the smaller blonde stopped walking. That of which action caused his partner walking along beside him to stop as well, wondering if something was wrong.
"Su-san... you're hurt, please, please can we stop? He hurt you bad, if you keep walking you'll only get worse." The smaller whined in a whiper of a voice, looking at the male next to him. The other male, whom he called 'Su-san' which was really just a silly nickname he came up with to shorten his other nickname 'Sweden', looked at him with a cold stare for a moment. His eyes were ice blue in color that held a naturally intimidating gaze to them, like he was glaring in annoyance. But the smaller male had been with him long enough to know that he wasn't doing this on purpose, he wasn't trying to be scary, or glare. It was just how he was, he wasn't upset or anything, it was just a look he held. When he was upset, though, it was like he had a look that could stop rabid wolves in their track it was so scary. Anyway, his frame was larger and more muscular than that of the otehr, and he held a stronger, more intimidating stance. He seemed like a threat, and next to the other he looked even more so of one. His pelt was a well kept blonde in color, groomed nearly back as usual, though naturally a bit spikey. But, even in the dimmnig light as day changed to night, if one looked close enough they could see the dark red staining the blonde fur along his chest. The red liquid dripped out of a cut near his throat, just shy of slitting his throat, that dripped blood down his chest, stomach, arms and paws onto the rock ground below them, staining the gray rock red. The cut must have cut his jugular, to cause that amount of blood, but Sweden seemed compeltely unaffected by it, and still stood tall, his expression still calm and perfectly composed, and some what scary and intemidating as usual.
"M' f'ne, Tino." He said in his soft, yet rough tone of voice. He had the habit of using broken speech, and not using many vowels. Very few understood what he was saying, but once you've been around him long enough, you could understand him. For him, speaking was like marching through a winter snow storm in an open feild for a day. He hated talking. It made him wonder why the smaller male, who he called 'Tino' could talk so much.
"No you're not! Berwald please! I know where we are, we can get help!" Tino pleaded, almost begging. No, he was begging. Though Berwald could scare him to death sometimes, he hated being away from him and he didn't want him to get any worse than how he already was. Though he wouldn't show he was hurting, of course, he was too proud for something like that. Besides, if he did it might worry Tino, and he'd hate that. He hated seeing his face painted with worry like it was now. To him, making Tino worry was the worst thing he could do. Like kicking a puppy.
"...F'ne." Sweden complied after a moment in a mutter of a voice. At that, Tino's face lit up in a mix of emotions: Relief, happiness, worry, determination, and others.
"Good! come on." He said with a determined smile, grabbing the other's larger paw and leading him along the rocks. He did so at a pace as fast as he dared going without hurting Sweden more than he already was.
It wasn't long before Tino deemed it safe to stop, and he slowed his pace to a stop, finnaly releasing Berwald's paw. By now it was dark, and each breath they gave sent a small fog into the air of white mist, hot breath against cold air. Tino's lavander eyes looked around, landing on what he had hoped to find. A cave cut into the side of the mountian. A cave with a large mouth made by years of wear into the mountian face.
"Come on..." He whispered quietly, walking forward towards the rock formantion, Sweden following obidently, like he was a dog. But he was not a dog, of course. Tino glanced around the dark entrence of the cave, walking inside and taking a deep breath of the slightly warmer cave air that was nice on his cold lungs.
"Hello?" He called out, quieter than he should have. He noticed a male sleeping on the ground near the cave entrence. A male with a dark brown pelt that was nicely groomed against his body. He was slightly more curvy than most males, but it wasnt bad on him, actually. Though he was thin, Tino noticed with a slight frown of disatisfaction. He always worried about others to much, but even more so now because he knew this male. It was Roderich, one of his old friends. He had almost forgotten he was staying here. But one thing, he was asleep. Tino sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to wake the male up, he was sure he needed his rest. But, at least this meant he should be in the right place, yes?
With that thought, Tino walked farther into the cave, Sweden following and not bothering to ask about Roderich. "Anyone else here?" Tino called quietly, swallowing hard. He hated the silence in here, it made him think that something bad would happen....
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Somethingsgetting in the way, somethings just about to break. I will try to find my place, in my dairy of Jane. As I burn another page, as I look the other way. I still try to find my place, in the diary of Jane.
Somethings
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