Lost Soul {{Kiraz}}

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The elegant white femme padded silently, stealthily, into the cover of the small, dense copse of winterized vegetation. Her eyes quickly shifted, her gaze darting into every shadowed crevice between the bare limbs of what must be glorious leafed specimens in better seasons. The air was still around her. No sounds reached her soft ears, other than the scratch of bare limbs meeting as the slight, biting breeze pushed them together, and the occasional light snap of a weakened twig breaking under its heavy icy cover. Kiraz moved further into the wooded area. All looked safe...for now.

Suddenly, a great crashing sound assailed her senses from behind. Kiraz did not immediately spin and face the unwanted intruder as one's instincts would usually guide one to do, for only one clumsy, clueless creature would make such a ruckus when coming upon another canine. Kiraz knew it would not be an unwelcome intruder, as any intruder would attempt to use as much stealth and control as Kiraz herself possessed.

The pale temptress turned in resignation and looked down at the cause of such noise. Searing amber eyes met a pair of warm brown ones, full of eagerness, play, and complete trust. Though the smaller, darker dog was older than she, he still seemed a puppy in his innocent, trusting soul and exaggerated, silly form. His humans had called him cute, with his short legs, long body, and goofy ears. To Kiraz, he was a constant liability, and yet, her only friend. They had been together since that fateful day when the plane carrying them across the country had crashed, leaving the pair of them as the only survivors. Kiraz had been just a pup then, a mere five months old, and the other had been an adolescent verging on adulthood at a little over a year old, but Kiraz undoubtedly possessed the stronger nature of the two, with a fierce will to survive that had sustained them both then, and sustained them still.

Kiraz sighed. Must you always make such a grand entrance? What if there had been danger lurking about? she chided.

[flutterby]

Itchy bounded into the forest behind his hero. He crashed through the broken limbs scattered on the ground, snapping all of the ones his heavy paws landed on in the process. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth in glee, his ears crazily pointing in opposite directions. He stopped as quickly as possible when Kiraz stopped and turned around, but his short little legs were propelling him with such energy that he could hardly stop himself, and nearly skidded right into Kiraz's long white legs. He looked up into her eyes with a happy grin, but quickly lost it as she spoke. His ears drooped, and he hung his head apologetically. I'm sorry, Kiraz. I didn't mean to get us in trouble.

[flutterby]

Kiraz shook her head, then grinned in forgiveness. She could never stay mad at the happy little guy. He was like her brother, after all - her best friend, her companion. Though they made a strikingly odd pair, they would never part. It's okay, this time, at least. It seems as though we are alone here.

OOC: Open to anyone that might want to interact with these guys. =)