LURKING......

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It had been quite awhile... Quite awhile indeed.. this place was so different now and they smelled like. Like... before. Before wasn't a time she liked to think about. It made her inside head hurt.. What was that called? Mind? She shook it just to clarify. Life was rarely worth going on anymore. But maybe.. these new.. new.. and the words for them got stuck in her thought-process. It was quite wonky lately. In the last few years it seemed she had lost the ability to remember words. ANIMALS! Yes. That's what it was. They were animals. Canines, it seemed. Some looked big, other's quite small. Many looked... strong and even.. full. Oh how she wished what that felt like. She envied them. She had long lost that feeling. And soon.. they would too. They would be forced to certain measures. Like she had. Like the others had. Sometimes, it really was survival of the fittest. Or who dared go against everything..

Maheeti had since lost many things. Her muscles were reduced to barely anything but meat attached to bone and joints. Her paw pads had been wore down so much that they were raw and sore, red with irratation. Though that was extremely small pain. Her once beautiful white fur was dirtied, matted, and crawling with different kinds of small parasites. Each stride was hell. It went through her legs with pain, like lightening strikes through the sky. Her breathing was rigid and her vision blurred every once in awhile. And she knew she was dying. The question was, what would finally kill her?

Even though Maheeti seemed extremely weak to the common eye, she was also one of the strongest. Though it seemed horrific to consider her associated with strong. Many of the others were so weak and hurting that they had been forced by pain to lay. And that's all some of them could do. Maheeti had been sent out after several of these new animals had been spotted. Maybe they had information. Maybe they had food.

Oh how wonderful that would be. She could barely remember what a warm meal felt like. Unless it was a freshly killed wild animal. Or even worse. And that's something she tried to keep out of her mind. But what would you do.. if your hungry? Ravenously hungry. And it's life or death. Food becomes the only thing your body and mind sees. Even now, her stomach felt empty. She tries to forget the fact that it might never be full again. Tears dared to form at her hazel eyes. They would not drip and burden Maheeti with sadness though. She had a mission to accomplish. Before it was too late. Before these newcomers met the wrong canine. Or came across dark secrets. Anything could happen to them.

Maheeti walked back and forth, like a jaguar. She was waiting. Waiting for one of those new animals too come into the jungle. She would approach them in here. She knew this island like the back of her paw. If they tried to run.. they would be dead. If they cooperated. Well. Then maybe they'd have a chance at survival. Or. Maybe they'd be eaten. It all depended.

Her mind slipped sometimes. But it was more intact then most of the others. Maheeti was ragged but she was not old. She was only a few years old. But she looked like she had been around ages. She had once been a beautiful looking American Pit Bull Terrier. She was loved by many. Hated by few. But stress and hardship had taken that beauty from her. Along with many things. This island was hell. If these canines that just arrived.. if they did not realize this was not some paradise.. they wouldn't make it a week. This place had monsters and secrets that were darker then the worst evil. She shuddered. As much as it seemed impossible, being on this island, Maheeti got cancer. It was an extremely slow killing cancer. Another type. She was the only one with it. She knew one day she would die. It was slowly killing her day by day. Eating away at her insides. Making her shudder with sickness some nights. Convulsing and throwing up any food she had eaten.

Yes, this island was hell. And it seemed it had it's own way of torturing each animal in it's own way. Why? Why though? They didn't belong here! Though Meheeti thought about these questions few and far between. She has learned to almost accept it.

She looked about and breathed as quite as possible. Someone was coming through the foliage. Finally. Hope was coming.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/sayvz6.png] The wild look in his eyes was even more intense than usual as he trudged through the jungle. It'd been a good long while since he'd been this close to the beach. He hated that place, and made a point to avoid it. Only really important things could drag him from his lair in the heart of the jungle. It happened on very rare occasions, when he'd not found food in a while. Or when he'd caught wind of a curious rumor. Like today. They spoke of many dogs, just appearing on the beach. They said some smelled like humans. Maybe they would know how to get back. Back to the port, where he could find another ship, another crew...for just a moment, a grin pulled at his lips. He remembered those days, stealing the shoes...maybe for a moment the dangerous fire in his eyes melted away. It came back though as memories crashed back down from his days on the island. Life wasn't like that anymore. He only cared about revenge. Revenge for everything he'd ever loved. His family, his ship, and the love of his life. He'd never love again. It was because of those memories that he stopped short at the edge of the jungle. He was in rare form today, proven by the way he noticed the white Pit Bull sitting just a few feet away, and yet didn't care. Any other day he'd just see her as his next meal and kill her then and there. But not today. Today, a small spark of his old self had been lit by this strange occurrence. So it was true. There were dogs here. Tons of them, walking across the beach, looking lost and helpless. But not starved. Which was the only thing that told him it wasn't just some gathering of island dogs. Oh no, they were quite healthy looking. Most of them at least. Which meant they'd make good food... Food, kill...hungry. Possibly the three words that crossed his mind most often. He didn't talk much anymore, and his thoughts had sort of faded along with his words. His language, even in his thoughts, was simple. If he wanted to say anything, it took an awful lot of work to conjure up the right words. But he was sort of trying; trying to prepare to ask these dogs about the humans. Oh to be back on the ship. He'd give anything. "Memory..." The word slipped out in a whisper. Yes, that's what he was having. Those images flashing through his head of what once was. Before the pain, and the hunger, and the loss. The hell. That was all this place was. He almost pitied these dogs for ending up here, of all places. Almost. Words.x 463 Notes.x Bah. It fails =p My muse for a crazy killer just wasn't working today xP

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The thought of hope quickly faded when the appearance of the thought to be, Great Dane made his way in Maheeti's sight. He was an island canine, just like her. Here, way before these newcomers arrived. He looked tired, filthy, and crazed. Just like herself. Though he was no worry too her, except the fact that he was bigger then she. If she was to die today, so be it. "Hello." She muttered to the burly male, and she got up and turned to face him entirely.

She let out a sigh, her mind wandered to visions of eating a huge slab of meat and talking to these new canines that just arrived. Sadly, that was how Maheeti's mind worked. Anything could be drifting in her thoughts. At any point in time. Memories fade. Not that the past matters. All she can hope-- no any of them can hope-- is that they can escape this place. That would be a dream come true. To return to a normal world. With humans and cats and trees. Oh it would be so nice.

She then focused back at the Great Dane before her. She wondered what his business was, and what kind of canine he was like. She wondered whether or not he had heard of the these new canines. She was sure almost everyone knew. But did he? She hadn't seen him around, though word passed pretty fast throughout this hell-bent island. Though doubtfulness took over and she found her maw spitting out the words before her haggard mind could formerly process them. "Have you heard of the new ones? The ones that arrived? They are here, yes. Just like we had been." Her words were twisted, gnarled and seemed as though they were dipped in acid and laced with bittersweet bliss.

Her voice had lost it's sweet charm, the way it use to flow like a river. It now was emmited with a negativity and depression deeper then the eye could see. Sometimes, because of her mind, she forgot what she was saying, and her sentences trailed off. Other times her words jumbled together, barely understandable. She was a lunatic, crazy from this island. Days, even weeks could pass by, and Maheeti could only think about one thing. It was ridiculous. Her mind was slower than her body, and more times then not, you could touch her, speak to her, and even inflict pain on her and she would not respond to it in any way, shape or form.Yet again you could blame her messed up mind for this. Often leaving her body to fend for itself while her mind went off into realms unknown.

Off in the distance Maheeti's eyes caught movement, though she had no idea who or what it was. Once again, pushing her mind back into the real world she looked at the Great Dane, and waited for an answer.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/sayvz6.png] Zayan took little notice of the other island dog who approached. He glanced at her long enough to determine that she was just as strange at the rest of them. Which was hardly surprising. Anyone who'd been on this island as long as them had to have gone crazy long ago, and the ones who weren't born there were only shadows of their old selves. The bared teeth caught his attention though, and were met with a brief snarl of his own. She dared to challenge him? Silly girl. His mind willed him to teach her some respect for those bigger and stronger, but making such commotion might alert the newcomers of their presence. He wasn't sure he wanted that yet. So he simply let it go, though he'd be sure to keep an eye on that one. A voice stole his attention, one rough from lack of use. Hello...that was what they said to one another upon first encounter, right? It sounded right. His head dipped in an acknowledging nod, taking a moment to look her over a bit more carefully. Perhaps she would have been pretty, if it weren't for the obvious signs of living on this island for far too long. Not aggressive though. He scratched at his belly, though hardly even knew. It was such an instinctive movement by know. He couldn't remember not feeling the bugs crawling through his fur, or their constant biting at his flesh. The mud covered him from head to toe. One would hardly believe that he was actually black and white. It happened when one was afraid of the water. The voice of the girl came again a moment later, easily recognizable. It took him a moment to sort through the words spoken, and derive the meaning of her questions. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out a few of them. But he'd deciphered enough to know the meaning. "Yes," he replied simply. His voice was low and raspy, it felt strange the way words escaped him. How long had it been since he'd really and truly spoken? At least a few months, he was sure. He certainly had heard of them though; these new ones she spoke of. After all, they were the reason he was here in the first place. She was right though, they were there, just as they'd been. Laying on the beach, alone and confused, without a clue of where they were. He remembered that feeling. Soon enough, he knew it would fade, replaced by that fear. The fear of being stuck in this hell forever. They'd learn soon enough. Words.x 433 Notes.x