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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 5, 2006 18:36:42 GMT -5
Andy's hair was baring what his vision might have been. The thick black hair of his bangs covered those blind, clouded pools and shadowed most of the upper portion of his face.
It didn't take long for him to make it onto the streets of the city. The nightly scents filled his nostrils the way a car hit a cement wall at fifty miles per hour. It was amazing how much his senses were increased with the loss of his sight. There were so many sounds he heard now too and even the leather texture of his jacket was more exciting and different thanit ever had been.
Just imagine what sight would have been like if he'd lost his sense of smell. He would have preferred that, but alas, life never was fair. Andy would vouche for that any day. How awkward, that only yesterday he could see the cracks in the ground and how little he appreciated his sight. He'd never paid much attention to it before. But now, now he wished he could go back a few hours and experience it one moment more.
He heard the voice of a little girl shriek. The sounds of her fleeing footsteps told him she hadn't been that far away from him.
'Mommy!' he heard her shout, 'Momma! That man over there has no eyes!!'
Ouch. That was harsh. Children were so innocent at times, they were nearly cruel. He heard the mother hush the girl and bustle her away. For the first time in his life, Andy wondered if he should worry about his appearance. Did his eyes look that bad?
As he trudged down the sidewalk, he suddenly noticed a sixth sense. He could tell through intuition (was it intuition?) where he was going. He could sense the presence of obstacles and avoid them. Strange. Useful none the less, however.
Another thought struck him as he continued down the boulevard. The familiar sound of the cars thrumming down the road suddenly gave him the urge to confide in someone he trusted. He wanted to talk to someone; honestly sit down with someone he trusted and talk. About anything, not even his own problems, just... something intelligent.
He couldn't think of anyone he trusted though. Hell, he'd trust a complete stranger with his life more than he'd trust anyone he knew.
Come to think of it, the only people he knew ...were Agents.
Talk about a sucky situation.
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Post by Dani on Jun 6, 2006 16:01:14 GMT -5
(I wanta reply with Amara as her crazy bloodlust doggeh self =3 because I can and am lazy and I don't wanta leave Sammeh hangin...Gimme a minute mkay???)
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Post by Dani on Jun 6, 2006 16:30:15 GMT -5
(You know what she looks like so Imma not explain to far XD..And she's probably about 4.3ft. tall 0o damn smilodon DNA XD
-She's quad =3))
The fluffy gigantic monster watched with weary eyes from beyond the shadowy depths of the alleyway. She was studing her prey, whisking in each scent that went by. She was drooling from the excitement of the passerbys, almost to eagered to even wait for the right oppunity. She was inching to jump our and latched her sabers into her victim's neck.
Her attention dawned on a little girl and mother before looking over to a black feline. She drew interest in him because of the comment the child had made about 'Having no eyes'.
She snorted and silently watched him. Pushing her muscles forward as she licked her sabers and walked silently out of the alleyway. She had no means whatsoever to be silent or hard to detect. If you try to be hard to scout out, then you are mostly going to be scout out.
She trudged forward as a silent growl erupted from her throat. She didn't say a word or any means of that. Just a simple muted growl. Pushing herself forward, she lunged at him.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 6, 2006 19:07:57 GMT -5
Andy was finally beginning to get over the fact that he was going to have to live with the frightened screams of children. He supposed that eventually he'd make the most of them or learn how to ignore them. Either way, he couldn't smile warmly to the young blood anymore as he once had. He wouldn't be able to see their soft smiles and innocent faces. Not anymore.
And because of his disobedience to the Agency, that was his doom, his punishment. Never betray the Agency.
Funny though. for the life of him he couldn't remember what he'd done to deserve his punishment.
But then he felt it. The trembles of the concrete under his feet. The sound of claws tapping on the stone, the faint brush of long hair against long hair and that breath. Dog's breath - or something like it.
His sixth sense told him this creature was coming near him at an unnecessary speed. Obviously attacking him. And as soon as Andy felt that, the sense of becoming under attack, his mind converted into something not himself.
The clockwork in him showed itself.
He sidesteppped the lung. The timing just perfect as he suddenly moved at the speed of sound. His hand reached up and cuaght the creature's throat. With a firm hold he could nearly close its airway.
He used her motion against her, the way monks do when using Aikido, and brought her to the ground. Pinning her there he snarled, fangs bared in all their menacing glory, only to be pulled back into his mouth.
He switched back to his regular state and only stared at her with his blind eyes. He was slightly uncertain how this all had happened. He remembered this living organism to be coming at him, but not actually putting her here, like this.
It finally struck him. He /was/ clockwork.
'Damn it all to hell,' e thought. This thought became a mutter, "Damn it all to holy hell..."
To be clockwork is to lose yourself. To be clockwork is to become somebody different - it's to lose your past, present and future. How many people had he forgotten? How many promises did he make and break?
Had he killed someone in his own home earlier. That 'Rei' girl? Did he send her to her doom? What had he done??
In this split second of realization, Andy released the dog and stepped back. Staggering to the wall, he let his back hit the bricks with a sudden smack. He wanted to let go of himself and die. From the depths of his heart - he hoped that doggish creature would tear his throat out.
And if the dog did - Andy hoped he would actually die from it...
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 6, 2006 19:08:27 GMT -5
(( Sorry I took so long to reply. Taken care of my sick daadums =/ ))
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Post by Dani on Jun 7, 2006 8:16:15 GMT -5
Not even a sudden yelp or whimper escaped the dog's throat as he grabbed it. She didn't even budge a tension as he pinned her to the ground. She got more anxious though as she sensed the male's intregration. And as soon as she was released, the dog pushed herself up and blankly stared at him as she tried to figure him out.
She became alittle more curious of him. She suppose the feline curiousity of her took over. But she still kept alert, not fully giving in to notice this creature more. She licked her sabers and grinned lightly as any dog could. She ruffled her fur and stepped forward to him. Watching him ever so closely now. Venomous drool sliding from her mouth as she growled almost mutely and crept closer to him.
She stopped inches from his face as she took in his scent. She lifted a massive paw and extended out her talons. Freezing almost there in motion. She was still trying to figure this one out. He had fangs that probably weren't as big as her sabers, but the way he acted made her even more curious then she already was. Curiousity shamed the cat.
She pushed her paw back down on the concrete and pressed her nose into his chest as she took in more of his scent. Her long bushy tail whisked back and forth. She agaped her maw and breathe heavily.
She wasn't to certain why she didn't attack this feline like she did her other victims. Maybe she wasn't that hungry, maybe she knew this feline wouldn't taste to good anyways. She wasn't to sure anymore.
But with swift movements, she lunged at him one more time, but sidestepped and hit her side against the wall as she slunked to her haunches and stared endlessly at him. She was going to wait a few moments before actually deciding to kill her meal. She liked playing with her -food- just like a cat.
(That's fine =3...Amara is so weird..stupid German doggeh XD)
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 11:04:22 GMT -5
When had it gone so wrong? He couldn't remember. He couldn't recall what he'd done that made how life so wretched. At one time, he was highly revered within the Agency. The best spy to ever set foot within the organization - and now, now he was dejected and mutilated. He was nothing more than worthless.
"What're you waiting for, you fucking four-legged beast..." he growled, leaning his head to the side in order to expose hiis neck and throat. He didn't want to waste the time with her foul play. He'd rather not know how she acted or what she smelled like. He didn't wnt to know the feel of her nose against him or the soft of her fur.
Yet he couldn't escape the wash of everything about her. He could even taste her in the air - sick.
If she took any longer to do her business, Andy would up and leave, or do himself in. Whichever came first.
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Post by Dani on Jun 7, 2006 12:18:27 GMT -5
"What're you waiting for, you fucking four-legged beast..." .
Her ears went straight up at the sound and tone of his voice. Those words that triggered into her mind quickly. Then flat against her skull her ears went as her fur bristled and her fangs bared. One simple command she lacked, but she still acted.
A loud raspy growl escaped her throat as she lunged at him. Agaping her maw as she expose her fangs. Her sabers going directly through his throat. Her talons scraped across his clothes and flesh.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 12:46:53 GMT -5
'Sweet pain, oh sweet pain. Take me where the embrace of light is the only thing I'll ever know. Or send me to hell where the heat of a dancing fire will keep me company. Just take all this dirty world away from me.'
Andy's fangs exposed themeslves as the creature ripped into his neck. The feeling of hot wires from her claws racking down his chest.
A series of moans escaped his throat as he felt himself slipping away. Soon, everything was gone. Smell, touch, taste - gone.
A minute passed and Andy was lifeless, motionless - Dead once more. Or so it seemed.
He suddenly twitched back to life. His knee pulled up and rammed into the gut of the dog, releasing her hold on him. His handspryed away her jaws from his throat and with a swift punch, he sent her a few good feet away from him.
Hiw white eyes were narrowed with anger, desire, a purpose. His mouth hung open to compensate for the lack of air he was getting due to the holes in his airway. The wound was already patching up. The virus was doing its job quite splendidly.
He pushed himself onto his feet, the blood splattering onto the concrete like rain at his feet. He struggled to find his balance, but it didn't take long to regain it and now he was ready for a war.
He didn't know why, but in the time that he'd lost conciousness, he found a reason to live. There was some purpose to his life. The words 'Never betray' kept whispering into his mind and becuase of those words, he snapped back to life. And now, he was reverting into his clockwork nature once more.
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Post by Dani on Jun 7, 2006 13:48:29 GMT -5
She could feel the sweet blood trailing through her fangs, but then the switch of movements pushed her off guard. Why the hell was her victim not DEAD?!
She jerked as his knee hit her gut and then her fangs hissed as he pryed them away and punchedher a good couple of feet. She was displeased and angry. How dare her prey not die.
She bristled and regained her balanced. The swift jangle of her collar motioned of her movements as she side-winded like a cat and venomous drool pushed its way out of her mouth. Her talons extracted out as she trudged forward and lunged at the feline again.
But as quick as her movements were, she halted and pushed herself back. There was something about this cat that triggered an unlike scent through her senses. A swift growl rumbled through her throat and her fangs bared. She slowly studied her prey with imensed interest.
Her pale eyes went to the blood that splattered onto the concrete. She licked her chops and watched it for a few moments before looking at the feline with puzzlement. She slowly took another few steps back and barked/growled at him.
Another jangle of her collar and lunged at him once more.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 17:58:47 GMT -5
This hybrid was stupid to use the same tactics over and over again. She was predictable, and to Andy, loud in her movements.
He sidestepped the lunge and this time took a hold on her collar as she passed. Again using her unanchored wieght against her, he salmmed her into the wall then used the rebound of her impact to slam her onto the sidewalk.
He really had no desire to desire to harm this creature - he had no intention of doing so, at least not in his right mind. She had pushed him too far now, however and it would take either her death or escape - or /his/ death, to knock him out of this episode.
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Post by Dani on Jun 8, 2006 7:38:34 GMT -5
A light sneer caressed her maw as her collar was grabbed a hold of. She never budged though when he slammed her against the wall and sidewalk. She regained her balance and shook it off as if nothing had happened.
She remain still and silent for a few moments. Slunking to her haunches before looking back to him. This time she slowly padded to him. Licking her chops as her venom pushed it's way out of her fangs. Almost like a spitting cobra, except the dog did not go for the eyes, it was rather pointless. She first hit the ground before spitting on his arm.
She trudged forward and lunged at him again.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 8, 2006 15:11:50 GMT -5
Well, what a wonderful day to be wearing a leather jacket. The venomous spit did nothing on his jacket sleeve, there was no way for it to be absorbed through his skin. He merely pulled the jacket off and threw it at her face, hopefully the jacket would catch on her head and blind her for a moment.
Taking advantage of that moment he took her by the scruff and tossed her into the street. Hell, maybe in the heavy traffic a semi would finish her off for him.
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Post by Dani on Jun 8, 2006 15:51:30 GMT -5
When the jacket fell over her head, she growled and snapped at it, but felt the force of his throw as she was pushed into the streets. She snarled and ripped the jacket off her head, just to see lights come her way.
She hissed and retracted as she scraped her claws across the cement and rolled out of the car's way. It probably would have done little damage to her, but she'd rather not try and pick the bones of her body.
Her attention went straight to the feline and she stood there, staring at him dumbfoundly. Her ears straight against her skull as she slowly stepped to him. But she made no sounds, no movements of attacking. A calm, relaxed dog.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 8, 2006 20:46:18 GMT -5
Andy was by no means buying into this calm act. He however, did play the same role. His muscles eased and he relaxed on his feet. Een so, under that placid appearance, Andy was like a coiled spring.
His ears were perked in her direction as well, and even his hands were at ease. Feline tail swept the air behind him and was almost hypnotic with the way it moved.
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