#dogxfiend

[driftlikesleep]

@dogxfiend!

Freshly bathed, his hair heavy with water and sticking to his scalp, Job steps outside his motel room as he smooths shut the cigarette he has just been rolling. The parking lot facing the rooms is empty save for his own motorcycle and a dusty pickup truck and Job, not too thrilled by the notion of having to spend the evening alone, lowers himself down at the edge of the curb and ducks his head low in order to light his cigarette. Yet to eat since the previous night, his stomach grumbles in protest as he sucks in a lungful of smoke. Job supposes he could venture out to the diner down the street and grab himself a bite but, for the meantime, remains seated, enjoying his first real moment of relaxation at the end of three long days of travel. 

Surveying the parking lot in sheer boredom, he pauses when he notes something large and dark moving by the pickup’s rear wheels. His heart flutters, his muscles growing instantly tense as he leans forward to the very edge of the curb, eyes narrowed so that he may better focus on the dark shape. Though this wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to up and leave at a moment’s notice, just as soon as he’s arrived, the notion of it still makes him feel just as terrified as it exhausts him. 

But fear, along with exhaustion, soon begins to recede as he’s able to make out the shaggy tail and pointed ears of what appears to be a large black dog sniffing around the truck’s rear. Relieved, a wide smile spreads all across Job’s face and, rather than leaning back and enjoying the remainder of his cigarette in silence, he extends his arms towards the hound and waves his hand in a beckoning motion as he calls, “Hey! Hey, boy! Hello! C’mere.”

[oblivionlotus]

@dogxfiend​ found a feather

Leto shook her head gently, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Better days are waiting for me,” she attested, ”and I will come dressed up in dreams.”

She gave a short chuckle and twirled around, arms stretched to the sky and head thrown back, and once done, she slumped in stance again. “D’you know what I mean?”

[kxllerblond]

@dogxfiend​

Clark didn’t often watch the news. 

     It was more common to find him settled on the couch, fully engaged with some SHITTY Lifetime or Hallmark movie. Rarely the news.

Syde would come to find him settled there on the couch, leaned forward intently with clasped hands. His brows furrowed, lower lips tucked just slightly between his teeth as he worried it. There was every indication that NOT ONLY was he unhappy, but he was STRESSED. Clark would not notice the hellhound even entering the room.

The TV showed an aerial panning view of what seemed like an endless, charred field. Only, as they panned to a much higher view, it was clear this was a circular and extremely expansive area. Some small city in South Dakota had just been obliterated. Burned into NOTHING. No bodies, no skeletal remains of infrastructure. Nothing. Every single bit of the entire town had just been wiped from existence — leaving nothing in its wake but an eerily neat scorch mark on the earth. 

Clark knew very few things were capable of such destruction. Hell, he was sure only ONE thing was capable and he didn’t like to think about the concerns it raised. This was the work of something capable of harnessing holy fire and the cambion could all but wager his life on the possibility of this being the work of an angel.

This begged the question as to WHICH one, WHY, and WHAT did this mean? Why this specific town? What next?  ❝ Doesn’t make sense. Any potential motive for this just...doesn’t make any sense. ❞

[harahello]

✉ @dogxfiend​​ ASKED;; “ unique just means alone. ” (meme)

The hellhound was RIGHT—in a way at least. “If one was to strip the finer details of the matter away, yes. I suppose it does.” he doesn’t know where the topic comes from but the angel is saddled with a nagging suspicion that he is being led somewhere conversationally. Before he’s left to fall into any verbal pitfalls, he’s quick to turn the topic directly upon Syde.

“Do you feel alone, Syde?”

[sacrillegea]

@dogxfiend​ liked for a starter

She can feel the blood from her inner cheek, molars anxiously chew at the soft flesh-----   your presence is anything but comforting.  Despite how well she masks her  emotions there’s still a need to take the edge off.   A hand fishes  into her  pocket  in  search  of a  distraction,  pulling  out a  cigarette  ( her last one too ) she’s quick to light it, taking in a deep drag before exhaling out a cloud of smoke.  “I’d offer your one but I’m all out.”

[scocbysnacks]

closed starter for @dogxfiend

Arman fingered the dried paint on the wall, its violet hues forming the picture of a nightshade flower in full bloom. It was small in comparison to the rest of the collage but this particular flower stood out to him among the others. What was that doing here? Year after year was spent away from his family, their expectations of him and the weight of the mantle they expected him to bear had left no other choice. Yet the symbol beneath his pointer finger still drew a listless nostalgia, his longing for a family again. It just couldn’t be the one he was born to. 

He dropped his hand from the painting, the reverie gone and put away for the next few months. It was not his business, whatever the case may be. to wonder why there was a coded message on the wall in this city.

“Dude, what are you doing?” He glanced over at his friend, shrugging his shoulder in response to the inquiry which earned him a roll of the eyes and a gesture to hurry up. They both ended showing up late for work, the lead cook spending a few extra minutes yelling at them before letting them loose to change. Harvey’s Diner was a permanent fixture in a city that constantly changed. It had even been featured on a few well known cooking shows, Arman’s face captured in the background of a picture or b-roll takes. Even with the chance that his family might see it, he’d take the chance, he liked it here. Liked the boss and his friends even if there was always going to be a rift between himself and the rest of them-- he didn’t want to leave that anytime soon.

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He spent half his lunch break out back at the picnic table, the one street lamp hovering above it shining just enough light that Arman could read what his textbook was trying to teach him. The willow tree shed leaves with every breeze and he chalked up most of the noises around him to sticks falling or leaves landing on the pavement. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he looked up. A chill? He glanced around. “Someone there?” 

[mothsmuses]

ella  knew  she  probably  shouldn’t  be  doing  this . it  was  dangerous , and  out  of  her  pay  grade . but  she  loved  a  good  mystery , and  that’s  what  this  was . all  clues  had  lead  to  this  abandoned  home ,  and  no  one  was  looking  into  it . ella  has  been  out  of  her  normal  headspace  for  awhile , ever  since  he  broke  her  heart  and  spirit . so  going  blindly  into  dangerous  situations  didn’t  seem  as  frightening  now .  

though ,  she  didn’t  anticipate  that  syde would  want  to  join  her . “ you  know , you  didn’t  have  to  come . ” / @dogxfiend​

[deathtaught]

@dogxfiend​ liked for a spooky starter 

“Nothing spookier than a large black dog following you on Halloween night, hmm?” He murmured, glancing back at the glowing eyes that had been keeping pace with him for the past few blocks. “I’m sure we can find you something to eat, even if we need to order you take-away.” The poor thing did look a little mangy. He hoped his cats didn’t mind the visitor.