[ti]Open[/ti]Poor Unfortunate Soul Aug 31, 2019 3:53:46 GMT
Post by Eclipse on Aug 31, 2019 3:53:46 GMT
// She has poison in her veins, ice in her smile. ||
A fog hung in the air, enveloping Eclipse as she slowly lurked through a territory she certainly should not have her paws on. Did she care? No. She might've been a Yardie, but she went wherever she pleased. The title of "Yardie" was a mere formaility to her when it came down to it. It gave her a level of protection loners didn't have, it gave her the upper hand of inside information and a curtain to hide behind. However, she didn't personally feel like it held her back from going to places that the Yardies weren't supposed to go. She was her own dog. Territories? Another mere formality. Others certainly didn't feel the same way as she did, but she didn't quite care what others thought. She could handle those who disagreed with her, whether with force or words. Enchanting some would say, bewitching others would say. An aura, an air was just as useful as the poisons she was so well-versed in. An aura could get her as far as skin could get a woman pulled over by a cop. Some dogs knew of her, too, while others did not. None of them seemed to peg her quite right, though... to them, she was a mystery, a healer, even a witchdoctor. They all thought she was so helpful, so invested in their needs... how misled they were.
Eclipse had other reasons to be on Dodgers turf that day, but after the event was over, she found herself wandering in a different direction than her gangmates. Rather than return home like she should have, she slunk through the shadows and found her way to a cemetery. It wasn't intentional. Her arrival at the cemetery was a happy accident. Other dogs would stick out like a sore thumb in such a setting, but Eclipse? She fit like a puzzle piece. She thrived in places like that. Slowly, she strolled along the pale gravestones, her yellow gaze scanning over the words etched into each one. She couldn't read the human language, but she assumed they were the names of those who lied in the ground beneath. Those who had died. Death... such a fascinating thing. How did they die, she wondered? Was it quick, did they suffer? What was the cause? Of course, she would never know. She was the type to wonder those things, though. The fog clouded her vision, but not her ears. Eclipse stopped in her tracks as she heard footsteps. No, pawsteps. Turning her head in the direction of the noise, she called,"Who goes there?"
ooc: Now this song is stuck in my head, but the rock version by Jonathan Young.