Post by Logan on May 20, 2009 20:07:22 GMT -5
"I want him to explain it. Just RP like everyone else does in the world. You take nothing serious." - Our Lord and Savior, Adolf Tortler.
The wounded dog limped around the corner of "St. Mupaperma" and "Slachampioncrewshif", a little kid chased after the whimpering dog, rage in the little ones eyes. The dog had escaped, he was free and running his heart out using the bit of strength he had left in hind legs, legs that were battered and injured from the last time the boy got a hold of him. Gaining speed, the little abuser came close enough to reach out and grab his tail, the dog kicked and jerked getting away once more. The race to freedom or punishment pushed onward, neither one slowing pace. The defensive half helpless dog and the offensive black hearted demon child. This was meant to happen. Indeed. It wasn't the first time these two played a game of cat and mouse, which each of time, they both always played the same sides. At first glance you wouldn't suspect the dog would enjoy such demeaning torture, deep inside his dirty furry chest, he fuckin' loved it. For the black eyed child the feeling was mutual. Disregarding each others importance for another, the conflict was always strong, the thought of ever being on the same side of the line was often shrugged off. Born enemies at heart. Taking the high speed foot chase down a small ally, an ally which lead to something bigger than the twos hatred of each other, an ally which lead to a voice.. a voice of a true leader. The dog cocked backwards and pushed up leaping dramatically over a abandoned shopping cart, the persuader attempted the same, only his leap of faith didn't prove to have the same successful outcome. The boy lied in ruins, ankle bent backwards, blood leaking from his nostrils. The chase ended, a perfect time for the dog to get away scott free, however, that wasn't the point.. their conflict would never be resolved, there would never be climax. Turning to the boys attention, the wounded dog attended the wounded boy. He licked his wounds, for without him, the dog had no reason to run. Regaining himself the boy stood back to his feet giving his nemesis a small appreciative look, a rare moment between bitter enemies indeed. And as they were both thinking the same thing, the dog took back off in a hurry and the boy followed continuing their destiny. Coming to the exit point of the ally, a powerful voice still lifted spirits, it came with wisdom with enough heart behind it to make the two enemies take a time out from their fighting and listen.
Adolf Tortler: You! With the weird black hair.. I don't 'understand' you.
With a small nod from the peoples champion a one man firing squad executed the stand out with black hair.
Adolf Tortler: People. Last night I resumed my undefeated streak with honor, I brought peace to our nation and drove the 'Dark Forces' away from our land. An entire army was with me upon this moment, but only I, yes only I shall take the credit for such victory.
Cliche. Unoriginal. This days speech sounded the same as yesterdays speech, and yet, the people ate it up like they were blind folded taking taste tests. Fuckin' sheep. The dog's ears didn't stay perked for long, even the furry critter had enough, glancing over at the little demon child. They locked eyes and the battle continued. It continued through Tortler's crowd of fans and brain washed believers. The mighty Tortler noticed this commotion of the two.
Adolf Tortler: What's that?! A boy chasing a dog! What does that mean? Someone PLEASE explain that to me right now.
The two enemies ran off into the sunset, a small laughing echoing in their distance.
The wounded dog limped around the corner of "St. Mupaperma" and "Slachampioncrewshif", a little kid chased after the whimpering dog, rage in the little ones eyes. The dog had escaped, he was free and running his heart out using the bit of strength he had left in hind legs, legs that were battered and injured from the last time the boy got a hold of him. Gaining speed, the little abuser came close enough to reach out and grab his tail, the dog kicked and jerked getting away once more. The race to freedom or punishment pushed onward, neither one slowing pace. The defensive half helpless dog and the offensive black hearted demon child. This was meant to happen. Indeed. It wasn't the first time these two played a game of cat and mouse, which each of time, they both always played the same sides. At first glance you wouldn't suspect the dog would enjoy such demeaning torture, deep inside his dirty furry chest, he fuckin' loved it. For the black eyed child the feeling was mutual. Disregarding each others importance for another, the conflict was always strong, the thought of ever being on the same side of the line was often shrugged off. Born enemies at heart. Taking the high speed foot chase down a small ally, an ally which lead to something bigger than the twos hatred of each other, an ally which lead to a voice.. a voice of a true leader. The dog cocked backwards and pushed up leaping dramatically over a abandoned shopping cart, the persuader attempted the same, only his leap of faith didn't prove to have the same successful outcome. The boy lied in ruins, ankle bent backwards, blood leaking from his nostrils. The chase ended, a perfect time for the dog to get away scott free, however, that wasn't the point.. their conflict would never be resolved, there would never be climax. Turning to the boys attention, the wounded dog attended the wounded boy. He licked his wounds, for without him, the dog had no reason to run. Regaining himself the boy stood back to his feet giving his nemesis a small appreciative look, a rare moment between bitter enemies indeed. And as they were both thinking the same thing, the dog took back off in a hurry and the boy followed continuing their destiny. Coming to the exit point of the ally, a powerful voice still lifted spirits, it came with wisdom with enough heart behind it to make the two enemies take a time out from their fighting and listen.
Adolf Tortler: You! With the weird black hair.. I don't 'understand' you.
With a small nod from the peoples champion a one man firing squad executed the stand out with black hair.
Adolf Tortler: People. Last night I resumed my undefeated streak with honor, I brought peace to our nation and drove the 'Dark Forces' away from our land. An entire army was with me upon this moment, but only I, yes only I shall take the credit for such victory.
Cliche. Unoriginal. This days speech sounded the same as yesterdays speech, and yet, the people ate it up like they were blind folded taking taste tests. Fuckin' sheep. The dog's ears didn't stay perked for long, even the furry critter had enough, glancing over at the little demon child. They locked eyes and the battle continued. It continued through Tortler's crowd of fans and brain washed believers. The mighty Tortler noticed this commotion of the two.
Adolf Tortler: What's that?! A boy chasing a dog! What does that mean? Someone PLEASE explain that to me right now.
The two enemies ran off into the sunset, a small laughing echoing in their distance.
