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Storms had always been something serious and fearsome, some more than others. However, on the beaches, these natural disasters were something far different, and far more dangerous. The howling winds stirred the waters, as though awakening a raging beasts. They violently stirred and slapped against the shoreline, whilst the overflowing rain seemingly made the sea swallow up the beach more and more. Staying inside the cove that night was pretty much mandatory, even for the tough blooded Saints who preferred not to mesh in with their temporary 'roommates'.
The next morning of, the beach looked pretty...disastrous. Seaweed and small fish littered the shoreline, whilst driftwood and trash had been thrown about and tossed onto the shore by the crazed waves. It was a mess, and a few Eyes had already began to try and clear it up. Whilst it wasn't her duty to do so, it felt wrong to sit by and watch them work...especially when the sea-dogs had graciously let she and her gang take refuge. For right now at least, their home was her home.
And so, ignoring the quirked brows and scoffs her gangmates gave as she trotted past, she headed towards a large log - a heavy slab of driftwood lodged in still wet sand. Her large, bulky form clumsily bulldozed through the sand as she approached, offering the dog attempting to move it by themselves an easy going smile, despite the iciness of her small, narrowed, pale eyes. "Would you like some help, dear?"
Word Count: 397 | Tags: Alibi | Notes: Let's move some driftwood!
What a wild ride the night before had been. A storm smashed into the coast, stirring up the beach dogs and leaving a mess in its wake. Locke didn't sleep a wink all night, choosing to stay up to help make sure everybody was okay. Even if he didn't choose to look out for his gang, he probably wouldn't have gotten much sleep anyways. The storm wasn't exactly a quiet one and those types of noises weren't exactly the lullaby Locke would choose to listen to. So he found his eyelids to be a bit heavier and his steps to take a bit more effort than normal early that morning. He had no time to lag about, though. The mess the storm left had to be cleaned up.
That was how he found himself attempting to move a rather large piece of driftwood out of the way. It was stubborn. It was determined to stay lodged in the wet sand, which decided to aid the wood and not the dog. He huffed from the effort of trying to push it out of its spot. Despite that effort, it barely budged. "Dammit," he grumbled before shaking his head. Pushing wasn't working. Maybe pulling would work? Or maybe it would be a better idea to try to dig it out a bit before attempting anything else? As he tried to decide on his next move, he heard a dog ask him if he wanted help. It wasn't a voice that he immediately recognized and the scent that wafted off of the dog was very clearly Saint. Interesting... a Saint wanted to help out? Turning his head so that he could see the canine, he took her in for a brief moment. She was definitely muscle. Muscle that could come in handy.
Panting a little from exerting himself, Locke gave her a nod. "Help would be appreciated," he answered. Then he took a slow walk around the driftwood, inspecting it as he thought on what they should do. "Perhaps digging it out a bit would make moving it easier," he thought out loud, shooting her a glance afterward to see what she thought of the idea. Cooperating with a Saint wasn't something he thought he would be doing that day, or at all, but if she wanted to be helpful he wasn't going to turn his nose up at her.
Honestly, Alibi was a bit surprised the dog hadn't rejected her help. Whilst the Eyes were....welcoming enough to share their home, it was quite clear that some of them wanted nothing to do with she or her gang. They'd turn when she tried to talk, or grow uncomfortable when she sat near them, to even moving away completely. And that was quite alright, honestly. To most of the gangs in the city, the Saints were...odd. Different. Likely seen as brutish or 'wrong' in some of their eyes. Alibi simply chalked it up to them not...understanding. Dogs like them simply...couldn't work in a 'normal' gang, she felt. They cared too much burden, too many terrors, and too much damage on their shoulders, minds, and hearts.
And so, Alibi offered the dark furred dog a small smile and dip of her head, despite the chilling narrow of her icy blue eyes...Curse her eternally 'rbf' face. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to try," she offered, her voice sweet like honey. With that, Alibi set to work. Her massive paws went into ripping at the sand as though it were dust beneath them, chunks being torn up with each shovel of her blunt claws. The feeling of the sandy grains between her toes and grating against her paw pads wasn't the kindest feeling though, especially to feet not used to them.
She didn't even notice the faint red that tinged the sands, as the abrasive motion quickly worse down and created thin scrapes on her paw pads. Like a true Saint, the faint pain was all but invisible to her, as morbid as it was.
The dog smiled and yet her icy eyes were narrowed, giving off the strangest look that could really go in one direction or the other. Locke didn't know what to think of her. It seemed like she was trying to be friendly. That was actually quite obvious in her generous offer, let alone her smile. Yet at the same time, her eyes seemed to be set to kill. It was sending the shepherd a mixed message that he wasn't quite sure how to read. He decided, however, to go with the friendly route. Since they would be working together for a little while, he didn't want to be suspicious of her, especially if there really wasn't much of a need to be. Her response to his suggestion was met with a nod from the black dog. That was their course of action, at least for now. Try to dig the slab of wood out from the sand.
Locke got to work on the other side of the board, his skilled paws making quick work of the sand. His paws were so used to the abrasive texture of the sand that they were unaffected by it. The same could not be said about the Saint. The guardian was mostly focused on his work, but after a little while he looked over to see how the lady was doing. That was when he seen the blood mixed into the sand. His eyes widened and he stopped digging. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice. He waited a moment before pointing out, just in case she happened to not notice it,"Your paws are bleeding." He hadn't even thought about how the sand would bother her paws. A dog like him, who had long since grown used to walking on and working with the sand, didn't have to think twice about digging around the sand. How did he not realize that she might have trouble with it?!
"speech !! "
Word Count: 326 | Tags: [Alibi] | Notes: I feel like this post sucks. Sorry!
Cropped ears twitched towards the dark furred shepherd when he spoke, confusion first coming into her pale blue eyes, until he clarified what it was he meant. Her hefty head dropped, if just to stare at her paws. The plush pads held thin slices over them. Hard, yet typically smooth concrete and grainy sand bits were two different types of textures...of course her paws would become a bleeding mess. However, Alibi merely blinked, perhaps more so in alarm than pain. "Oh, dear me..." She let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. "It doesn't hurt, honestly." She assured the other dog. But, she couldn't help but shake that...alienated feeling. How weird must it have been? To be so used to pain that something like ones own paws bleeding, she hadn't noticed in the least bit? Was it weird? Perhaps even creepy? She couldn't help but give an almost sad smile. It was...truly impossible to fit in, wasn't it?
Even though the slight sting and annoying droplets of scarlet truly didn't faze her, she did ease up on her digging a bit, focusing more so on using her claw tips to push the sand away as it piled up with each scoop the shepherd gave. "Ah, what's your name?" As they worked, Alibi tried to offer a bit of small talk, her pale eyes flickering upwards, if just to try and make the time pass by a bit faster. And, besides, it was only common courtesy to try and get to know her temporary 'beach'mates, right?
Locke was amazed that the Saint was capable of not even registering the fact that her paws were bleeding. It had to hurt. Surely it had to at least sting, no? Even he noticed when something hurt. He was just trained to be able to push through the pain and to ignore it. That wasn't the way it was with her. He could tell by the confusion in her eyes that she didn't even know what he was talking about at first. That was... pretty damn impressive, if not a bit unsettling. He stood there as she looked down at her paws to see for herself what he was talking about. Her response was even more... interesting. She barely seemed fazed by the sight and still didn't seem to register any amount of pain. The Saints sure were different, weren't they? They'd been through a lot. Perhaps torn up paws were so miniscule compared to what she'd been through in her life that it made the issue not an issue at all in her mind. To his continued amazement, she picked up right where she left off with her digging, only now she adjusted her way of going a bit, probably to ease the strain on her paws.
"It's interesting how something as soft as sand can be so harsh, isn't it?" Locke commented as he got back to his own digging. He thought about telling her to take it easy, but he didn't want to offend her. The messed up paws aside, things were going quite well and he didn't want to accidentally destroy that, even if the words would have been spoken with concern. So he decided to take it a different route by making casual conversation in hopes of lightening the mood. When she asked what his name was, he lifted his head for a moment to acknowledge the question before looking back down at his work. "Locke," he answered simply. Giving his tail one swish, he returned the question,"Yours?" His head raised in an even briefer glance after he asked the question. They were making good progress and he wanted to watch the work of his paws. Hopefully his plan was a wise one and the work wouldn't be in vain. He couldn't imagine the piece of wood not moving once it was dug out.
"I feel like that could apply to dogs as well, no?" Her voice was a soft tease, as a chuckle stirred from her throat. She spoke without looking at him, too fixated on the task at end. Call it a bully's persistence, as she didn't waver from the task in the slightest. "Alibi. You've likely met my brother, Crime - if....you have, I apologize." Amusement trickled into her voice, if not slight embarrassment. Crime had, vocally, made his displeasure of their situation known to their hosts. Multiple times. As well as his distaste for the beach-dwellers to begin with. Thankfully, a reprimand from Karma had made the merle bully complain a bit quieter but...nonetheless... "It's a pleasure to meet you though, Locke." Polite and sincere, she offered him a honey sweet smile that just didn't fit a dog of her stature. The sand began to give way, as the stuck log revealed more of itself. They could possibly roll it now, but, it'd take incredible strength.
Locke momentarily paused. Alibi's observation was almost... philosophical. He was caught off guard. He definitely hadn't expected such a thing to be said by a Saint, but regardless of the shock factor, he admired the wise observation, even if it was said with a teasing flare. A smile pricked at the corners of his lips and he nodded slightly. "Yes... yes, that is true," he replied with a little chuckle, getting back to digging just after his mouth closed. They were making progress. He hoped that the progress wouldn't be in vain. He didn't see why the board wouldn't move once it was freed from the sand, but he wouldn't be surprised by much these days. He was pulled away from those thoughts when the lady introduced herself. Her name was Alibi. She was the brother of Crime... oh, Crime. He knew that name all right. While he hadn't had any big confrontations with the brute himself, he definitely knew of the brute's reputation. Anybody within a hundred miles of that dog probably knew of him and probably groaned at the thought of him. He chuckled heartily due to her playful apology. "I find it hard to imagine that the two of your are related, let alone siblings," he commented. The reason being? Alibi seemed far to nice to share genes with the merle menace.
Briefly, Locke shot her a sincere smile, which almost looked awkward on him. "The feeling is mutual, Alibi," he replied, his voice as sincere as his smile. Shortly after, he noticed the sand beginning to give way. The wood just might move now, although it would take quite a lot of effort from the two canines. With a little huff from the effort of the digging, he stopped and nodded. "I think we've made enough progress with the digging... we should be able to move it now, but it won't be easy," he said as he rounded the board and came to stand beside her. "We'll have to work in unison," he continued,"With all that said... are you up to giving it a go?"
"speech !! "
Word Count: 350 | Tags: [Alibi] | Notes: These two are so cute together!
A small chuckle, perhaps almost embarrassed in nature, came from her throat, as she gave her head the slightest of shakes. Of course he knew her brother. Who didn't know Crime? Still, she had nothing but love for him. She knew a Crime before he was nothing but a ball of anger and hatred. And, in her eyes, that was all she could see. Her beloved, sweet brother. But, she knew of the true mess that he was, and it was painful to witness her own flesh and blood suffer in the hell he created for himself. "You and me both." She stated with a shake of her head. "He's not really that bad. Life just...has a funny way of changing dogs, is all..." Her tone, if just for a moment, almost sounded somber. But, her gentle smile betrayed her voice.
She soon nodded, looking at their work in slight pride. Who said two different gangs couldn't come and work together? "Oh, Locke dear..." Honey sweet voice riddled with a gentle laugh, she soon gave a playful wink, "as embarrassing as it is, these muscles aren't for show." Lacking the grace and femininity most females possessed, her body was nothing but muscle. It wasn't like the more portioned form of Karma, that still radiated grace, or even hidden underneath thick fur similar to some, nor lean, lithe muscle. No, it was sheer, brick-like muscle. Tough. Meaty. Strong. A tank in every right. It was so....embarrassing. Truthfully, she felt clunky. Chubby, even. Maybe it was because she had no real use for such devastating power now that she'd left the ring, but, she felt like a bull in a china shop more often than not. How her even larger sibling handled this feeling, she had no idea.
However, her own embarrassment was put aside with a sudden, worried jolt. "Oh...I'd hate for you to stain a muscle though or get a splinter. This log just looks unsafe. Truly, dear, I think I can do this by myself." Even to a dog outside of her gang, they couldn't escape the mother that Alibi was destined to always be.
Locke, sammee, I'm loving this so far! I really enjoyed doing this post, actually! Idk where the muse came from, but, it really let me explore Alibi's mindset more than I thought it would! So...thanks! <3
Word Count: 437 | Tags: @[Alibi] | Notes: Aww, I'm so glad! It was a really fantastic post and I enjoyed reading it! I can't get over how well these two are meshing!
"Life just has a funny way of changing dogs." That statement was so true it hurt. Life sure did have a funny way of changing dogs. Locke knew that all too well. The explosion... the death... the bitter words from one he had once loved dear... oh, how well he knew how life could change a dog and how cruelly or funny life could manage to make that change. He found himself wondering what life did to Crime to turn him into the... massive bull that he was. It had to have something to do with the dog fights. Didn't most of the Saints have ties to the brutal ring? Maybe Crime's ties were thick and deep. Locke could only imagine the mental toll being involved with a dog fighting ring could have on a dog. The thought made him shake his head. Humans could be so, so cruel... then again, so could dogs. "It sure does," he commented solemnly. He was amazed that, despite the subject and despite the somber tone in her voice, Alibi was still wearing that sweet, gentle smile. Amazing... she was a strong, strong dog. In muscle, but even more in mind and spirit. There was no doubt about that.
Saint and Eye had come together to accomplish a goal. They had successfully managed to work together to dig out the hefty piece of wood. Now the real work would begin. They had to move that piece of wood out of the way. The task would probably make the digging they had just done feel easy. He chuckled at her comment on how her muscles weren't just for show. She called them embarrassing, which made him wonder why she thought so. They were impressive, but he certainly wasn't going to tell her that. That would be an inappropriate comment and he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. So the goodnatured chuckle was all he gave. That and a nod. She was ready. He was ready... but they didn't get to work right away. No, instead Alibi chose to surprise him. She worried about him; she didn't want him to strain a muscle or get a splinter. To his utter amazement, she said that she could do it herself. He was at a loss for words at first. "Well, I uh..." he sputtered, but then he cleared his throat and shook his head. "Truly, I don't mind assisting," he replied much more smoothly. In truth, he would feel quite awful if he just sat aside while she did all of the heavy lifting, even if she did make the generous, thoughtful offer herself.
"Are you sure...? Truly, I don't mind..." There was a look of hesitance and doubt that briefly dawned on the golden furred female's face - as though she might really insist that he 'sit this one out'. However, she didn't want to offend the other dog. She was sure he was plenty strong - the faint ripple of muscle beneath his thick, dark fur said more than enough. But...still....
Alibi withheld a sigh, and instead, nodded. "If you insist," she gave a little anxious laugh. "Let us get to work then. Here - I'll guide it along at the front and get it moving." She said with a nod. With that, she trotted down the side length of the heavy, large log, squatting so she could wedge her shoulder against it. Large jowls would splay over, revealing incredibly sharp, polished teeth that'd certainly sunk into a dog more than once. However, they dug into the bark of the log instead of flesh. The sensation of wood scratching her gums or the ache of holding so tightly and heaving the log wasn't noticed by the polished worker. True to her breed, she focused on her task at hand and nothing but it. The log seemed to groan as she pushed and heaved, beginning to shift and move it in unison with the other's help.
The Saint wore a look of hesitation on her face that made Locke wonder if she was going to let him help her or not. If she insisted on doing it herself, he would have no choice but to sit it out. He wouldn't argue with her. She was too kind of a dog to argue with. It would go against everything he stood for, but he would let her do the job herself if she really wanted to. He never expected a Saint to have such a friendly, helpful personality. It was a case of "don't judge the book by its cover". The book was the Saints and the cover was their reputation. Not every dog fit into the bullish, brutish stereotype that went along with the Saints. He supposed that was true with every gang. Not every dog attached to a gang was like the general description of their gang. Working with Alibi was quite the eye opener, really...
Locke waited patiently for the verdict and when she gave him the go ahead, he genuinely smiled for a few moments. This time Alibi had a plan. She would get it moving and guide it from the front. He nodded,"Wonderful." He watched as she got in place, her mighty jaws clamping onto the piece of wood. Those jaws could do some damage if they wanted to. Something told the shepherd that those jaws were rarely used to cause harm. To things other than wood and a good meal, that is. Doing his part, he helped to push the blasted wood forward, using his own shoulder to nudge it along. His jaws weren't as capable as hers. The sound of sand being leveled by the board, as well as the grunts of effort from him, surrounded them. "We're almost to the shoreline!" he called after a little while.
"speech !! "
Word Count: 309 | Tags: [Alibi] | Notes: T-E-A-M-W-O-R-K teamwork!
The strain of it all was...immense. This thing was heavy, even for her. A part of her almost wanted to call for her brother, who she was sure would, grudgingly, come help if asked by her. Still, dealing with Crime's attitude the whole way would be....annoying. Perhaps potentially dangerous for her newfound friend if the merle bully decided he had enough of playing nice. And so, Alibi merely gritted her teeth and continued with the hard labor. Locke's muffled shout of encouragement did wonders, and she gave her slim tail a single wag, to let him know she heard him.
It took an enormous amount of effort, but, finally, she felt the sensation of weight being released and the strain of her shoulders fading. Water lapped at her paws, as a rushing wave seemed to immediately take the log from their clutches, pulling it out into the sea, as though nature were praising them of their efforts. It was a sight that garnered respect from the Saint, least to say. Seeing the thing they struggled with so much, being so easily fumbled and tossed out into the sea was...a sight indeed.
She had to lap at her jaws a bit, if just to spit out chunks of wood, whilst her stiff shoulders rolled. Panting, she sat, letting the cool water soak her paws and haunches. "Good...good job, love!" She praised Locke with immense awe. "You were wonderful, absolutely wonderful! I certainly couldn't have done it without you - actually, you might've been able to do it without me!" Alibi's loving nature held no bounds, and her never ending praise was embarrassing.
"Me on the other paw...I think I've been getting a bit lazy and rusty ever since I left the-" She paused, clearing her throat, "that place." She didn't enjoy openly admitting she used to be in the ring to outsiders. "Back in the day, I could've certainly been more help with that!" She let out a hearty chuckle.
Word Count: 587 | Tags: @[Alibi] | Notes: I feel like this post is a bit of a mess lol
Even Locke had to admit that he didn't expect the blasted board to be so damn heavy. It almost felt like he was pushing his shoulder against an immovable wall at times. He couldn't imagine how he would've managed if he needed to move it on his own. There was no way that he would have been able to do it. With the strength of both of them, they still struggled. That storm really had been powerful if it was capable of tossing the wood around like a tennis ball! Nature was something else. Something to admire, but also something to fear. In the end, they all were at its mercy. He couldn't imagine the damage that damn board would've done if it had been thrown against something or, even worse, someone. Thankfully that didn't happen and it wound up being nothing more than a nuisance for the beach dogs and their guests who, as far as he knew, came out of it physically unscathed.
Progress came slowly, but little by little the unlikely team pushed the wood closer and closer to the reach of the waves. The closer they came to their goal, the harder the task felt. Locke found himself having to keep his eyes on the board and not the destination in an effort to keep fatigue at bay. The moment the salty water lapped at his paws and the hunk of wood, the shepherd let out a sigh of relief. Almost... almost... finally! The waves suddenly took the load, literally, off of their shoulders. It picked it up as easily as a child would pick up a rag doll. Locke stood there and watched as the powerful ocean took the wood back out to sea. It was quite the sight, the kind of sight that could put a feeling of awe into just about any dog's heart.
Once the board could no longer be seen, Locke turned his head to look at Alibi. His breaths were quite heavy and his shoulders slumped slightly from the weak feeling that overwhelmed them. He was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure. Hell, he could already feel the aches setting in! Her words were as kind as ever and they drew a light laugh from the sea dog. "Oh, I know I would not have been able to do that without you!" he insisted, his voice holding no doubt in its tone. He, too, brought himself down into a seated position after that. "I have a sneaking suspicion that that board would have become a decoration for the beach if you hadn't offered your help to me," he continued with a chuckle. The fact that she didn't think that her help was valuable shocked the shepherd. How could she not realize all that she had brought to the table? Er... the beach? She even thought she had gotten lazy since leaving... that place, as she put it. The ring. A little shiver ran through his body at the thought of the dog fights. He couldn't imagine it, no matter how he tried to. "I believe it's a fact that you do not realize how strong and valuable you and your abilities are," he told her, a surprisingly warm smile tugging at his lips. He had intended to just compliment her abilities, her strength, but... it wound up coming out a bit more than just a compliment to her physical capabilities. She was strong in more ways than one and, unintentionally, he spoke of it.
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