truth or DARE ? ! [open!]

[Ginger >>]

Jessie is daring. She's a ball of fire, darting everywhere, going against rules and daring. Daring to have fun. Those around her have no chance to catch up with her. She acts on impulse and never thinks before she acts. That's why she's daring. And that's why she's here.

The Cavalier King Charles Spaniel cross darted into the factory. The cool concrete of the ground almost stung her paws. She was a fire elemental after all. Her large brown eyes studied the room in which she was now located. Four doors stood on each side of the room. The one that she had came from had a light shining through it, but the other three were all dark and mysterious. As if she was cautious, she padded carefully into the centre of the room.
"Why am I here again?" she asked herself sternly.
"Truth or dare!" the young, daring dog called out into the silence of the cool room. She hoped that someone, someone daring had followed her and that she could challenge them to a game of truth or dare.

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BLACK CLAWS CLICKED ON THE DARK FLOOR.

A whisper of wings, of spent breath lingering, of russet fur. Of memories stirred up by the intruder, lives lost, won, lived. All, gone, the world renewed by the setting sun. Shadows on a rock.

His eyes, shaded from view, frowned questioningly. A visitor? No, there was no-one to visit. Except him. And what creature that walked the earth would wish to see him? He tooks another step, vacating the temporary warmth of the still-running generator in favour for a far more enticing promise.

He attempted to clear his mind of all the garbled wanderings of his mind, great black feathers rising magnificently into the air, as to shake of what little dust and cobwebs had been residing there. The dust almost made him sneeze, and he wrinkled his nose, holding in the sound for as long as it took. To reveal his position now, to give in to the temptation, would be a grave error. He had not seen a soul for many a day, and he would enjoy this little meeting.

Using his wings for leverage against the cool air, he glided silently from his perch, feet tapping the ground ever so softly, gentle as a mother carressing her child. A shaft of light streaming in through a hole in the roof lit up the darkened fur of his paw, and he shied slightly away from it, pupils narrowing in the sudden blinding...bright. There he stood, frozen in his position, eyes srcrewed up, body tensed as if to flee.

What have I become?

Then he heard it.

'Truth or dare!'

His eyes narrowed, forgetting about the light and moving closer to the shadows, his paws taking him further and further into the main room, where the echoes of the cry still lingered, like a half-forgotten ghost. Like him.

How childish. I'll give you a real dare.

Swiftly now, he shimmered among the recesses that were the patches of dark, punctuated only by that sorrowful light still streaming in through the hole. Lighting up something that no-one but him would ever see.

And suddenly, he was there...and so was she. Dog-scent curled into his nostrils, and he almost retched at the tangy, almost unfamilliar scent. But, regaining his composure, he spread his wings, once again, and said in a quiet, rasping voice.

'Foolish dog. Didn't you know? This is the lair of the Winged Shadow.'

His eyes betrayed no feeling, unseeable anyway. All the dog would be able to see was his silouette. Of the Winged Shadow. That was all he was, anyway.

The Winged Shadow.

Shadows on a rock.

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ooc;- eh. sorry about all the rambling. just wanted to give crow a nice starting show. don't worry, i don't normally write this much -looks up and down the post- sheesh.

word count;- 458

[Ginger >>]

The young dog turned to see the fox standing there.
"Pffft. You don't live here!" she snapped back, grinning, "The great Shadow Union lives here! Or used to, anyway. they did disappear, right?" She tilted her head on its side sweetly, still smiling.

Jessie walked, no, it was more of a light jog, around in a circle.
"My name's Jessie, by the way. Or Jess, if that's easier for ya. What's yours?" She lifted her head up boldly and wagged her tail like a sweet little puppy.
"And no, I don't mean your silly title of 'The Winged Shadow', or whatever. I mean your real name. Not some silly disguise." The Cavilier King Charles Spaniel cross knew she'd be geting on his nerves now. It was sort of her gut feeling. Or perhaps it was what she wanted to happen?

After all, Jessie is daring.