[Open] Beach of Horrors

[Sorin]

OOC: First post with Silas, yay!

Spring: a time of warmth, growth, maybe sunshine, and new beginnings. For Silas, it was all about new beginnings.

He wasn't an amnesiac, but there was a gap in his memories that he couldn't fill in. One moment he had been going about his daily ritual--which involved searching for females, as always--and the next he was laying on something soft. Blinking open his hazel eyes, the male black Labrador realized that he was on his side, with wet sand beneath him. He also noticed that his entire body was soaked, and the tang of salt stung his eyes and tongue.

The first thing that hit him was confusion. Where was he? Why wasn't he trotting gaily around a city? Why wasn't he with a female? Before he even had the chance to stand, Silas was hit by a wave of water. It splashed over him with a mighty roar, and he jumped up in surprise. Whatever had happened, he was miserable, inside and out.

Silas sighed shakily, walking away from the water. For once in his life, he showed that he was scared. His tail was tucked between his legs, his posture was overall low, and his eyes were darting back and forth, hardly observing his surroundings. Whatever had happened, he didn't like it, and there was a small pain in his hip like he had slept on a single thorn. Blinking rapidly until his burning eyes were able to see properly, he laid down, trying to relax as he tilted his head in every direction.

He was on a beach, no doubt. He had been laying right where the tides came in and rough waves lapped at the shorelines. Whoever had put him here, they hadn't chosen a very good location; there were some areas not far away where there was sunshine and dryness. Cursing under his breath, Silas tried to remember why he was on a coastline. He realized that he was mostly alone, so he had plenty of chances to walk around and familiarize himself with his surroundings.

Silas stood up and started wandering closer to the northern side of the beach, where the sand seemed to fade to dirt. Before he could get there, he felt a stab of pain in his pad and yelped. Raising his paw to examine, he noticed that he had stepped on a pointed piece of shell. Calling it some choice names, he began trying to pull it out; it had become painfully wedged into his pad. Man, this was a terrible way to be shaken out of unconsciousness....

[*S T R A Y]

The femmora travelled along, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her bi-colored eyes fixated on the sand as she watched her paws sink into the sifty dirt. It felt warm, and nice on her rough pads, and the sound of the waves omitted a relaxing swoosh that cause her tense muscles to relax. She heard the waves crash and looked up to see where the salty water had fallen, and as she did so, she stopped. The sight of another canine always sent her into a flurry of worry, as most canines didn't accept her because of her mixed blood between the black wolf, and german shepherd.

It was ironic in a way. To be a mix of one of the most aggressive breeds of wolf and dog, especially when it came to loved ones, but not show a sign of aggression. Not even toward the human male that had beaten her. Well, until she bit him. However, that had been an act of fear, not aggression. But a putrid human didn't know that. Just like they didn't know the pain they put an animal through, especially when they were being beaten with a white pole.

The canine pulled herself from her mass of thoughts and glanced back at the stitching the woman had placed so carefully in her wound. She cocked her head and smiled a bit before looking back at the canine. The debate took place in her mind. Should she approach? Should she keep her distance? Surely the canines of this island where much different than the ones of Russia. She lowered her head, making a sneezing like sound through her nostrils. She began to pad forwards, toward the canine with his tail tucked. Her black coat, not so much matted anymore, thanks to the care of the human girl, gleamed lightly in the warm sun, and her eyes, the left one an autumn red, the right one an autumn yellow, searched the male dog from her safe distance.

She watched carefully as the canine suddenly yelped and soon began cursing. A soft giggle escaped her as she continued to scrutinize the current situation. He seemed to be muddling with something stuck in his paw. She approached at a walk and cleared her throat. "Would you like some help with that?" She asked, her orbs suddenly guarded, and her body tense once more. The ultimate test was finding out what this young dog would think of a female wolf-dog, like herself.

*W O R D C O U N T; About... 420?
*T A G G E D; Open
*M U S E; Bad
*N O T E S; Aye me! This horrible-ness really must stop soon! D:

[Sorin]

OOC: flskadjnl LATE REPLY FAIL. Sorry. :P

Stepping on a shell was horrible enough before she showed up. Silas had been grabbing it, ready to pull but not finding the willpower, hardly noticing her approach when BAM. She cleared her throat and spoke, and Silas looked up so quickly he ripped the shell free. Yelping, he noticed a small trickle of blood from between his pads, the most painful place to get a wound. Trying to ignore his throbbing paw, he looked at the female quickly, noticing merely that she was black and looked like a wolf before beginning his show. He hadn't quite gotten off to a good start with her, but there were chances to change all of that if he acted right.

Silas was a terrible flirt. He straightened himself until he was standing at his full height and length, lifted his chin a bit, and said in his most suave voice, "Nah, a shell's no match for Silas Monroe." The shell was a huge match for Silas Monroe's paw, of course, and the sand he was stepping on made it feel like it was on fire. Still, he ignored the pain and lowered his head, with a mischievous smile on his face. "And what might be the name of the angel before me?"

This was his routine; introducing himself before turning into his 'cool dog' persona, doing what he could to drown the female in compliments. He wasn't even sure if he meant it at this point; he would just look suave and let his mouth do the talking instead of his mind, letting whatever he thought of first come tumbling out. It was a nasty and terrible thing to do, complimenting her falsely, and he didn't even intend to do anything but flirt with her. There was no cause, no rhyme, no reason, just a show.

[*S T R A Y]

The vixen flinched as the shell was suddenly ripped from his paw in his haste to look up. A light whimper escaped her as she watched the blood trickle down his pad. However, he seemed to straighten up in arrogance, and her suddenly helpful personality changed to something of utter distrust and guardance. Her bright, bi-colored eyes studies the way he stood. Yes. Arrogant, indeed. It was rather clear across his face, and that caused Solstice to take a step back and place her rump on the heated sand. She knew that his paw was burning. After all, she'd gotten sand in many wounds back in Russia. It was something that didn't feel very plesant.

Her Russian dialects spoke up as he asked for his name. "Solstice." She replied bluntly before cutting her orbs at him is displeasure. Something felt off, though the wolf-dog couldn't quite pin-point what it was. She could see in his orbs. She would be a reject in due time. All she had to do was wait around for it to happen. But who wanted to wait for rejection? Not her. It just didn't seem like it could happen forever, but then again, the wolf-dog race seemed pretty looked down upon these days, and maybe her forever would always be on the aisle of rejects. Who knew, really?

The femmora's autumn red eye and autumn orange eye looked over the masculine once more, slight violence setting into her mind before she shoved it to the backdoor. She didn't like being violent. Biting a man's flesh was just an accident, but ever since that sweetheart of a woman had taken Solstice into her care, she'd grown less and less fearless of things around her, and she now didn't dare hesitate to growl or even snap at a creature that came towards her threateningly. It was amazing really, how kindness could be so quick to change one's personality. However, she'd never defended herself from the likes of a male, and it was all a matter of time before she found out if her will was strong enough to finally make a name for herself as the wolf-dog who didn't take the beatings of others any longer.

OOC: It's alright. xD

*W O R D C O U N T; Oh... Around... 350?
*T A G G E D; Open
*M U S E; Worse... D:
*N O T E S; ... ._.

[Sorin]

Solstice. That was a nice name. Silas was slightly confused how she cut her reply off short. Something seemed different about the way she was acting now. He had gotten this before, was completely used to it. He had heard enough blatant females to know that he was acting completely arrogant. Heck, he didn't care. His heart would only be with one dog, anyway; the rest of his flirting was nothing more than a game.

His technique after this was to go all or nothing, and he decided he'd try all. He forced his paw to stay down, though he had a feeling he'd be limping away from this at the end. "Solstice," he repeated. "Ah, the longest or shortest day of the year. I wouldn't hesitate to believe that you were named so because your beauty will last the longest of any other dog or wolf." He realized that the last part may have been a slight slip-up, as he wasn't sure what breed Solstice was and didn't want to insult. Quickly he laid on another compliment. "Relieve the tension, beautiful; I mean no harm. Why anyone would dare to dream of hurting you is a wonder beyond the heavens."

Silas knew that continuing this any longer would probably get him a scar; Solstice didn't strike him as the type of canine who would fall for this routine so easily. He was going to try, anyway.

It's difficult to say exactly what went through Silas's mind. He was a terrible flirt, did so purely out of habit, didn't even consider whether or not he meant it. It was hurting him, physically and mentally, but he kept going with it. He was exercising freedom, he said to himself, but he could never really be free if he always forced himself to be the cool dog, the slick dog, the suave dog who made most females fall head-over-paws. He needed to stop this routine.

And maybe that was why he had truly fell for that Border Collie back when he was on the road. Maybe that was why now, as he looked at Solstice, he realized that maybe she might be the one to help him get on the right track. It was these stubborn females that made him question why he was so used to being, maybe even needed to be, the flirtatious dog.

[*S T R A Y]

Her orbs lifted from their cut manner for a mere moment as he repeated her name, as she closed both pools to nod towards him. However, his next comment cause her to narrow her seekers once more and growly in her mind. Is the wolf not that prominant to him? She thought to herself before scanning him yet again for any sign of tension, whether it be in a threatening or non-threatening way. She shifted from one of her paws to the others and exhaled deeply, almost as if sighing. It wasn't quite a sigh however.
She listened intently as he began to speak once more, a cover up for his unintended insult. However, his charms were causing her to scream on the inside. It was the feeling of finally being accepted, if only for a moment, by anyone whose breed was purely dog or wolf. He wasn't insulting her, on purpose, and he certainly wasn't forcing her away or attacking her. It made her want to step closer, to let his charms take her over. However, she kept herself where she was and didn't move an inch. Nor did she allow him to see the feelings that rang inside. She was intelligent enough to know that he was no good. At least, not yet. Change was certainly an option. If he so chose to do so. Solstice didn't really see it happening, so she shoved the thoughts and feelings aside, leaving her with an almost dead feeling towards him.

She could feel his eyes watching her as different things played across them. She tilted her head curiously before straightening up and acting like curiosity wasn't really playing across her mind. Her dial turned away from the masculine for a moment as she looked out amoungst the sea. However, her audits were flicked back towards him, listening for any sound he might make. Any sound that would indicate him coming closer. She glanced back in his direction and then down at the sand which was now a rusted red color. She cleared her throat, her gaze never lifting from his bleeding paw. "You should probably clean that." She stated simply. She could tell it was still bleeding because slowly, blood was staining more and more of the golden grains red.

Yes. That was it. She was going to refuse to let him take her over. He couldn't woo someone who refused, now could he? She didn't want to be like those other females of his past that she could already see he'd had. He was cocky, and that gave him away for a player, which meant, he'd had plenty of females to earn the title. Otherwise, the player fascade would have never lasted, and he wouldn't be the way he was now. He knew how to sweet talk, and Solstice was feeling proud of herself now for not giving in to his charms, despite her excitement of being accepted. He was after one thing. Something he couldn't have.