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Not that alone (private)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Miss Winter on Mon Jan 09, 2012 4:04 pm

This iz not for you! (: good day...

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Name: Augustine
Age: 19
Height: 5.0
OoO hugs feed me

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ark Reahver on Mon Jan 09, 2012 4:52 pm

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Name:Uriel
Age:???
Height:3'5"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Miss Winter on Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:16 pm

The day was long and Augustine did a lot of work. She talked t her little friend a lot who seemed to act like he ignored her. But she knew he must like her at least a little because he always watched as she left for the night. That night however would change both her life and the life of her little friend forever. A small sound in Augustine’s small little Victorian house brought her out of sleep in a snap. Her eyes pulled open before she sat up in bed and slid out of it.

She moved silently beside the door before the next crash aroused her suspicions and then confirmed them. Someone was in her house. Swallowing Augustine knew this was something she had to take care of, there was no one around for miles. Augustine eyes the Ax that was by her closet across her room. She was just about to move when the door shot open and a tattooed, pierced and drunken 40 year old man burst in.

The door hit Augustine hard enough to smack her against the wall. The man hearing a sound turned just a she moved to get around the door and run. Drunk the man was still faster and grabbed her arm throwing her to the ground and then landing on top of her. The man with his small pocket knife stabbed the poor girls shoulder causing a loud shriek of pain. He then proceeded pull it out to try and rip her t-shirt off with the knife as Augustine grabbed his hands and did her very best to fight him off. And the Large T-shirt was over her pajamas on warm knights

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Tonight was typical night for Uriel. He had spent most of the day sleeping or getting kicked around by his caretaker. Uriel was content though, despite the abuse. This was what he knew, and despite his appearance and his usual behavior he was more scared of running away than he was staying there. This was what he knew, he understood this, at least to a certain degree. His life had been the same pattern for a long time now, he was unsure of what to do if that suddenly changed.

The first time she spoke to him, it was the first day he began to question his existence. After every night he became more and more accustomed to her. Until he began to depend on her. She had given him a purpose, he would listen. He listened to her night after night, he would hold his head near the fence, and would let her soft caring hands stroke the fur behind his ears. He liked her, first human he ever let touch him.

Tonight was not a typical night for Uriel. Because tonight the world that he knew was about to be torn apart. It happened quickly and without notice. A scuffle at the front door, a few short screams that were quickly muffled. He had been sleeping upstairs near the window that faced the backyard. This was were he watched her from curiously and attentively. Uriel walked trotted down the stairs. Something smelled strange, the air was full of it. When he reached the first floor he saw something he had seen a thousand times, or had he?

The front door was open. Though it the man he acknowledged as his owner lay sleeping. His master lay on the ground. He slept in a pool of red liquid. His eyes were open. Uriel sniffed his master's body. There was something missing. His chest no longer moved, his eyes did not blink, nor move. He was dead, and Uriel knew it.

At first he felt sorrow, but it faded quickly. This man was never kind to him nor did he ever care. He felt sorrow because he was alone now.

A noise came from the opposing house. Uriel's ears twitched at the strange sound. Suddenly a scream. A strange feeling over came him at that moment. The girl that had recently acquired his curiosity. Who had giving his meaningless life a purpose. She was in pain and something inside him wanted to help her. His legs moved faster than they ever had before. The girls door was open. Through it he could smell that same scent, heavy and bad.

Jumping through the door he saw the origin of the smell. A drunken man, forcing his filthy hands upon her body. Uriel let out a loud bark, and began growling menacingly. His eyes began to glow. His fur shivered. Uriel grew twice his size at that moment. Without hesitating he sprung atop his prey, sinking his vicious teeth into disgusting flesh. The man tried to scream, but he was stopped by Uriel's tightening jaws. He had bit into the man's neck, and with one final squeeze, snapped it like a twig. Blood covered his teeth, backing away slowly. Uriel howled loudly.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Miss Winter on Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:05 pm

Augustine gasped as she sat up and slid away from the body. The knife was small and only went into her shoulder but it still hurt terrible and she was still bleeding everywhere. Gasping Augustine pushed herself to her feet and stumbled by the dog before lightly petting his head with a bloody and.

“Thank..you..” She whispered. Augustine was in a great amount of shock and pain so the death of this man was the least of he worries even if it did pain her. It was amazing the speed of the animal, getting there in the nick of time. How did he even know, even think to save her?

Somehow Augustine always knew he was not normal..she somehow always knew he was something else. Stumbling to her feet Augustine begun to look around still in quit a bit of shock.

“A phone..” She whispered, not sure if to herself or to the wolf..

“I need a phone..” She had to call 911 to get the body out of her house. But they would take an hour to get to her. He woman grasped her shoulder as her eyes searched the darkness for the little hand held device.

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Uriel snapped out of his rage. The man was dead, no longer a threat to him or the girl, slowly he returned to his normal size.. He stopped his growling and returned to his aloof way of being. His body felt sore and weak but he would not rest yet not until he was sure the girl was safe. He turned to her, his eyes showing a bit of worry. He could smell the blood on her shoulder.

The black wolf made his way to her side. Her worried face met with his for a moment. A phone? The word sounded familiar, unfortunately Uriel did not know what to do. He paused and sat before her, bowing his head and waited for her to pet him. He wished he could do more.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Miss Winter on Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:29 pm

How did he get bigger? What was he? Augustine was not sure if it was all a dream, a nightmare or if it were actually happening. She lightly placed a shaky hand on top the animals head and pet him until finally a phone caught her attention. She stumbled over to her and smashed in 911 the best she could…

“Hello? Yes..A man came into my house and attacked me…He is dead though, my…well my dog found him before he would do anything really bad..I live on Green Willow road..152..yea..okay…I’m bleeding a little..Yea..” Augustine begun to look through her clothes to find a towel or something to stop the bleeding.

“Thank you..” She then hung up and slumped against the bed pushing the towel against her wound. Her eyes then traveled over to the animal..

“What are you?” She whispered mostly to herself.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ark Reahver on Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:56 pm

Uriel felt her fear when she petted him. It was strange, he could understand her much better than he could his old master. The words she spoke seemed familiar. He followed her close as she picked up her phone and watched over her as she paced around her room looking for something. After a little while she sank down beside her bed, pressing a towel against her shoulder.

She spoke in a whisper, but his ears were alert. What was he? He was a dog. At least that's the first thought that came into his head. He let out a small whimper and moved closer to her.

He sniffed around her shoulder. The smell of blood was strong. From the way she looked he figured she would be fine, but he worried still. He lay down next to her and rested his head on her legs. His eyes watching the door ready to protect her again if she needed him to.

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