makin my mark upon this wretched GrOuND// [open]

[`` S i n j i n]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/sinjintablemid.png] Solemn eyes traced the tops of the oddly crafted structure that could have been an abstract rendering of what could be the earth's spinal column, if earth were a living, breathing creature. Walking abreast to it, the beast let out a deep, guttural sigh revealing his utter aggravation at not having put the peculiar mountain range out of his sight, yet. He had been traveling for hours and, still it stretched into the distance ahead of him, seeming to go on forever. His intentions had been to find a break within the towering mountain (whose peaks reminded him of a gaping mouth packed with sharp teeth) and, to cut through it and reach whatever lay behind it. He had started off in what was a "good" mood for him, the deviant beast, but soon found his mood slowly souring the longer he traveled without finding even the slightest divide at the base of the rising ridge. Now, at this moment-- many cloud drifts by, above, later-- he was ready to loose his temper. Loosing his temper was not exactly a difficult feat but, he had managed to keep his cool today, up until now. He let out a soft grunt as he stopped to stretch out his bad leg and, take a moment to rest and ponder his options. He craned his back toward the way he came--he could turn around and go back and risk facing the onset of night then be stuck trying to find a place to hunker down. He scrutinized the path back, eying the position of the sun in the sky--no, he could not go back that way. He slowly turned his head around and, began scrutinizing the path set before him. Though, the path was most likely as long as turning back, he recalled how he had seen the tips of some pine trees peeking over the parts of the ridge which dipped low enough. That forest could not be far off now and so his decision was made--he would make for the protection of the woods, where he could rest in relative safety in the trunk of a hallowed out tree, find refuge in an old fox den or worse case scenario hunker down under some thick brush. He set into motion, his muscles bunching and rolling as he took on a lively pace. Haste would be required, if he wanted to reach the security of the woods before darkness fell. The stiff joint in his bum leg kept him from going as fast as he would have liked but, it was apace he was more than accustomed too and long since adjusted too many moons ago. The memory was still vivid in his mind banks the day he was injured and his leg was made handicap. His mind flashed back to that day as he loped for the forest--the image of him hovering over his battered sire, his sire's crimson flow drizzling from his chops and his own blood streaming from a violent gash in his leg. It had been his sire's last attempt to hold onto his life--he figured one good bite to his son's leg would cause the male to back off, long enough so he could roll off the ground and back to his feet again. It had been a foolish mistake on his father's part for the minute he had done so and, his jaws were firmly wrapped around his leg, he had left his throat exposed, for the taking. Sinjin simply had to snap forward and, lock his powerful jaws around his sire's neck. he remembered his father's face--the look in his eyes as his own son crushed his windpipe and as he slowly suffocated within his own son's chops. It was a look of shock---then, denial--then, horror--then, finally, acceptance that Sinjin would never erase from his brain. "talking"

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[C h a n c e !]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/chancetablemid.png] Hues crafted of a baby blue pigment stared back at me. They were framed by an ivory face. The face of canis lupus, a wolf. Its ears were erect in my direction and there was a scowl upon its expression. I knew it was silly to be staring at my own reflection and analyzing its every detail, but I was disturbed by a dream I had just moments before. The forest I stood in was at the base of a ridge, one that looked like it stretched on forever. I had found its break. No, I hadn't purposely traveled here. I never purposely traveled anywhere. Surely, I was in search of something but all the while I wasn't. My surroundings were perfected, and untouched. There wasn't even a single bird by the sounds of it. I had left their singing voices behind. If looked to the heavens my view would be blocked by leaves and pine. It felt almost eerie in a sense, but I didn't feel the trickle of disturbance. Nor did I catch any unnerving scents every time I breathed inwards from my slightly parted maw. I, personally, felt at peace. The taste of the air made my mouth water. Then the retching smell of a corpse had crossed my path. Its foul oder ruining my beloved good mood. Clasping my maw shut and narrowing my gaze I went in search for the carcass. I came across another of my kind. Only, she was standing. Her scent reeked of death and decay, and I could see that her limbs were barely held together. I could feel my face scrunch into a grimace, but I analyzed the sight even more so. Especially after her face grimaced in the same manner as mine did, at exactly the same time as me. That's really when it dawned on me. She, was me. Panicked I backed up; my hind paw slipped off a ledge and I couldn't catch myself fast enough. Before I knew it I was falling into a black crevas. I woke up. I gave my reflection a harder stare, my baby blue hues narrowing. My upper lip drew back into a disgusted sneer. "Pity." I murred to myself. I felt idiotic for almost believing the dream. Pulling my gaze away from my reflection, away from the puddle, I found myself mesmerized at the sight of the ridge. It seemed farther up than it actually was, standing at the base of a valley. Few trees, with thick canopies, sprinkled the hill sides. ---; Still writing. Perhaps may re-write? "talking"

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[`` S i n j i n]

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