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Post by QUIRKY TEA ! on Apr 22, 2012 8:56:51 GMT -5
Missy wanted to retort, but instead, gave up. She didn't want to drive this friend away. This was a stranger. Besides, what she wanted from Andrea was something impossible. Nobody from the outside could possibly understand what was going on inside of her mind. Only her family could because they too suffered the same curse. She had dogs she cared about back home. Dogs she cared too much about to even let them catch a whiff of the insanity that lurked under her skin. Fantasy and bloodlust; joy and dread, they mixed together in a poisonous cocktail that had so thoroughly destroyed her life. And, at this moment, Missy was but one breath away from attacking Andrea. She was still pressing grass down, her face not even looking up at the sighthound mix, merely at her task.
Her pupils were dilated, her gaze was unfocused, and she practically trembled with excitement. Tenner gave her a warning stare, but even he was taken in by the thrill. "Keep calm," he said, carefully. "Mind the grass." But even he was losing it. The buzz in Missy's head had him drunk too on the fact that a life was so easy to snuff out. Sometimes, Missy made a sport of trying to keep the dog alive for as long as possible after she had dealt an incapacitating blow. This turned out the cruelest way to satisfy her hunger as well as the action that calmed her nerves the deepest. And that feeling grew addictive. Kill one dog and she usually fell off the bandwagon. At least now, she had gone so long without a murder that she had forgotten how sweet it was to her. She had stopped pressing grass down.
Missy dropped her predatory gaze, breaking eye-contact. Breaking the crescendo building up in her, that would end with her rushing toward Andrea, breaking her muzzle, and then dancing around her. "Yes..." she said, strained. "There's that difference between thinking and doing." Tenner flapped his wings, the sound distracted Missy, enough to keep her on track. She looked at the grass, but her body refused the task. No, it wanted something else. She turned away from Andrea and Candra. Turning her back to fully try to separate them from the thoughts of murder. She raised her head, so that the sky was all she saw. Clouds overhead, lovely puffy white things. Too peaceful given the tempest in her mind. "But what 'bout when the line 'tween thinking and doing becomes so thin, it ain't nothing but a hair?"
She felt the wind blow. "Takes only a gust to erase the line." She was trying. Trying so hard to save Andrea. "I like you. Understand that that's why I'm asking you to leave."
Tenner flapped up in the air and said, "Run."
Andrea was a sleek, fast dog. Surely, she could escape before Missy gave in. With nothing to redirect toward, she would simply be edgy, almost self-destructive, and most of all: Safe. At this moment, loneliness was safe.
"Next we'll meet, I'll be having a better day," she drawled a promise, glancing toward Andrea, and smiling sweetly. Her mind boiled. Was about to boil over.
Sorry about taking so long to get this post up! But it's up and I'm rather fond of it :3
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Post by Ash on Apr 22, 2012 9:18:49 GMT -5
  The young female's eyes hadn't been focused on Mississippi as she counted the grass, trying to control herself, was as far as Andrea's guess would bring her. It seemed understandable, she could guess. But, Andrea still kept her eyes turned away from the older female, trying to keep curiosity from guiding her eyes back to the older female, which would most likely leave her to staring. She wasn't going to let herself make a fool of herself, or annoy Mississippi with her constant staring. She wasn't going to go to that, no, she absolutely refused to do that.
Andrea came back into focus when Tenner told her to run, only having barely heard Missy ask her to leave. Saying that she hoped that it would be a better day when they were meeting again. Andrea nodded, feeling Candra digging her claws in to her fur to get a better grip on her so she wouldn't end up falling off of her.
The female braced herself, giving another nod to Mississippi and then taking off at a run, her long legs stretching out fast. She hoped that she could meet the older female again, without the over hanging gloom and doom around their entire conversation. Her legs carried her back to the pack's camp, and away from Mississippi.
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Post by QUIRKY TEA ! on Apr 22, 2012 14:30:14 GMT -5
Missy's ears turned backward as she heard Andrea heed the warning and run. There were no words exchanged, so there was still the worry that Andrea had abandoned her. Then again, she could test that at a later date. For now, what mattered was how hotly her blood was running. How much she wanted to tear into flesh and dance as she spilled blood. Tenner flapped away, seeking refuge in a safer place, watching his Missy as she desperately wanted to find something to kill. Her mind was too frazzled to think to track a dog down and kill him because at the same time she was rejecting such a notion.
Torture. Everything came back as torture. She started hyperventilating, pacing wildly, her eyes gleamed in a feral way. Intelligence moved aside to make room for nothing but the desire to destroy. With nothing to redirect the building aggression, she tore apart the grass, started digging obsessively, her mind counting how many paw-strokes. If temptation had been here, this would have ended not with destroyed earth, but with bloodshed.
Emptiness focused her mind, brought her back to her tasks. She kept digging until her paws were sore, the pile next to her was tall. Her nails ached, but the dirt was cool. She was in the five-hundreds now.
Soon, she was exhausted. Missy collapsed into a heap, crying. Tenner returned, perching on top of the pile that she had created. "Come on, Missy. Let's go home," he said in a soothing voice.
Weakly she got to her feet. She felt safer, but knew that going cold-turkey had left her in shambles. She wanted so badly to indulge. But then again, she knew that a dog that could have been her friend was forced to leave. She knew it was because she was a broken dog. Her mind was defective. A curse her family had given her, all the way to the first dogs that arrived on the island.
"Missy, girl, you did well," Tenner said.
Missy sighed and nodded. "Know what? I did."
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