Can't Hold Us [VAAS]

[Sunny]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Crouse---MIDDLE.png] Boring. That's the only adjective I had for this piece of shit of a wasteland--I hated it. Every bit of it, and I'm pretty sure I'd been all over the place in the past several months. It was all so dead, boring, and lonely. As much as I hated the general population, I couldn't stand the solitude. And half the time when I did come across another soul, they weren't even the same fucking species. I hadn't really been a believer back on Earth, and I don't really know what I expected after I died, but I don't think it was this. This was just....bullshit. On the occasions in which I did come across others, I'd learned that they called this land Purgatory. This hinted that this wasn't the end, that there were the options of Heaven or Hell. I didn't have those two options, though. I only have one. I knew that, and for the first time I found myself regretting some of the decisions I'd made while on Earth. If Purgatory was this empty and terrible, Hell could only be worse. Feeling the pressure of my future crushing down on my spine, I thrusted myself forward, lips curled back as a snarl sounded in my throat. I just wanted to run, something I had once enjoyed. It was the one activity that let me forget about a lot of things--I just concentrated on the beating of my paws on the dead ground. I didn't want to be held, to be confined by the dim future I had. I wanted to be free.

[Vaas]

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Vaas2.jpg] "SPEECH" There was a barren feeling to the expansive wasteland that was Purgatory. Perhaps that was why he had grown so found of the darkness within it. In the time he had been there, he'd slowly begun to slip deeper into the quiet silence that was the rotting trees or cold lifeless marshes. He could hear whispers, taunting comments that made his head spin. He hated them, wanted to rip them apart. But they were voices, he couldn't reach them. Yet he could argue with them, that was no problem. Whiskers twitched and massive paws left heavy wet tread marks in the moist earth, decay all around him, be it the leaves or a spirit that just couldn't take it. He swung his head around as he heard movement to his left and peeled lips back, exposing massive jaws and sharpened teeth, snarling at the doe with a rigid distended spine and large horns. The creature watched him for a moment before bouncing off and heading into the woods further. He snorted and shook his pelt off with a vigorous shake, eyes narrowing. He wasn't worried about where he was headed, he ignored the thought actually, he could care less where his wretched soul ended up. He crunched branches under his feet and turned his attention away from the treacherous thoughts and onto his feet. Snapping his head up, he heard a racket of someone running and his large ears twitched a bit more before his muscles tensed and that tank like form moved to sit down, waiting for whatever was bolting through the forest to hopefully get within grasp of his claws. He needed to take his temper out on something.

[Sunny]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Crouse---MIDDLE.png] Running had always been my forte, and it was always a ritual I underwent in order to blow off some steam. The act of it now let me feel somewhat like my true self, like I had been back on Earth. It was all muscle memory, really, and I didn't have to think about much else. So honestly and truly, I didn't see the thing until I was right up on it. I was concentrating on clearing the fallen tree that I'd leapt over--and it was a pretty good jump too, if I do say so myself. The land was nice, my ankles taking it well as my haunches powered forward once more. What my ankles weren't prepared for was the sudden change of direction I had to do in order to avoid the huge feline in my path. "Shit," I hissed. I managed to avoid the guy but my ankle awkwardly rolled as I did so. I had also passed by much closer to him than I would have liked--I wasn't sure if his claws would've reached me if he'd stretched out, but I didn't like the probability of i. Fuck. Let's hope he hadn't been paying attention. I wouldn't have had this problem if the wind had been blowing, but this place obviously wasn't natural. Things didn't happen the way they were supposed to. Things hurt down (or up?) here, my rolled ankle had been proof of that. But then again, I couldn't die again, could I? I'd already died once. So maybe I would have definitely kept running if I'd met him on Earth, but we played by different rules here. Regardless, I put an acceptable amount of space between us and turned my heterochromian eyes onto the stripped feline. His expression mirrored what I'd been feeling. I snorted, shifting my weight off my right foreleg to let it recuperate for a while. "Thanks for being in my way, jerk," I muttered, probably not low enough to have escaped his attention. This is what I did, I found it hard to play nice. Especially now, in this place.