Uncharted Terrors {OPEN} (minor language)

[kayla]

Cleo

She'd just had to get away, away from it all. She'd long ago dealt with the loss of her family but every once in a while it came back to haunt her, making her feel like she had that day. She'd had to sit by the sidelines, hearing the screams of her family, knowing she couldn't do shit to save them.

So she'd gone for a run, hoping to outrun her thoughts, her memories. She'd followed her instincts as a Malamute, and had tracked some deer herd for miles and then had decided to loop back. She'd gotten lost, just like any runaway dog would. Then, lucky her, she'd caught the scent of humans, quite a few of them. And so she'd traced them till she'd found the abandoned dock.

It was old and rickety and as she walked on it she became more and more nervous. "If you're so nervous then why are you out here?" Wood asked her, always the rational. She shrugged her huge, furry shoulders and continued forwards, her claws clicking on the wood. Soon she was halfway on the dock and decided to turn around. It was getting dark anyways, and these old docks were getting more and more creepy.

Then Cleo had the feeling she was being watched. Her ears flattened and she whined. "Hush Cleo. It's ok." Wood thought comfortingly, deciding to take over. He made them turn around and face the threat, standing tall. Suddenly the giant dog looked very intimidating, scary even. The fact that it was mostly a bluff didn't phase Wood in the least. They watched, waiting for whoever or whatever it was to come out of the shadows. A slight shiver traveled through the dog's body. Cleo hated this and she growled slightly, showing her huge teeth. "Shh." Wood said, soothing his companion.

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[Augustus is a SWOObat]

Thomas stepped out of the shade. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." His eyes roamed the dog curiously. It was big, and looked more like a small bear. He took two or three cautious steps closer. "Has anyone ever told you how soft and fluffy you look?" Thom turned his head to a different angle, wondering if the dog would look different. The bear cubs eyes were intelligent. He wondered if she would start to talk back. Thom waited, but nothing happened. So he walked over and sat down next to the bear dog. Somewhere between the first step and sitting down, he stopped paying attention. Thom set his gloved hand down on the mass amounts of fluff. He started spilling out all his secrets, but not in English. Thom wondered if the dog spoke Russian, but it obviously didn't.. He gave a little off-handed laugh, somewhat embarrassed. *"YA ne budu obmanyvatʹ te bolʹshie glaza tvoi. YA ne nastolʹko glup, chtoby vo vsem priznatʹsya neznakomomu cheloveku." Thommy wasn't sure if what he was doing was sane. He let the silence grow before feeling the urge to cut it down. "What is someone like you doing in a creepy place like this?" His Irish accent was obscured by a Russian one. Thom rubbed his jaw, wishing he hadn't spoken in anything but English. His tongue felt dirty. He hated that language especially, too many bad things had happened. He kept silent, hoping his Irish accent would return. Thom zoned out, remembering different things, none of them good. Absent-mindedly, he scratched the beast behind her ears.

*Translation: "I won't be fooled by those big eyes of yours. I'm not so stupid as to confess everything to a stranger."