{`angel from down under | ziff .}

[{.sterling}]

partner, let me upgrade you.
{. S T E R L I N G }

I hear you be the block
But I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a
Leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing
Believe me

Come harder this wont be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for.

Asphalt felt good beneath her pads. Warm as usual, thetemperature was around ninety degrees. All the better to linger in the shadows, she thought. Sterling was often thought of as a bad girl, due to practically living in the alleys of what was considered Basset's 'ghetto' area, and often spoken of and found strolling beside the alphas of the area, the big bad boys of town. Though her company gave those who had only heard of her the illusion that she was a bad influence to pups, as well as a bad girl herself, she was truly a good dog if you could find her deep beneath her protoctive mask that hid her soft side.

Her appearance? She was abnormally feminine looking for a canine, and her charm was off the meter. Her eyes were blue, but they weren't glass like most females. Most considered them of a crystal-like beauty, deep azure and full of luster, untarnished. She had fur like snow that had not fallen in what seemed like forever, but in the second ice age, she'd blend in perfectly. With markings much like her brother, Casanova, she proved to be of high class blood by even appearing to be related to her. Though this was true, they differed in what they thought was 'classy'. For Sterling, the greatest attraction to her was the rugged outlaw life of the bad dogs in town. For him, he was a bit more elegent, and would never 'waste his time' in what was called the ghetto. Still, Sterling was more renowned in Basset for being a a charming little tease. Many crushes had formed when she had been recognized by the males her age when they formed an interest for the opposite sex. Her charm was irresistable to them, and her beauty was one to behold. She was truly the queen of these parts. Nearly everyone around this side of the city knew her name, and wanted to roll beside her. However, she was not an easy catch. Yes, she'd play with a few of the boys, but she only gave her heart to those she thought could truly stand up to expectations as well as match her well enough to be called her mate.

Her azure crystal globes blinked once or twice, focusing in on the alley the so-called ghetto princess seeked to rest in this warm day. Her pads sounded over the concrete like falling diamonds with every step, which was not surprising. She was truly a gem, merely with a slightly corrupted soul, twisted to suit her needs in this side of Basset she had chosen to call her home. Her long tail, flawlessly white with drapes of feathering dangling from it, wagged contentedly as she strutted in, not exactly minding who occumpanied it. She had 'friends'. Big friends, that could handle it when she got in a fight. Let's just say they were more than willing to defeat any other male who even spit a negative word to 'their girl'.

When she reached her desired destination, she smiled, her stance still holding that of dominance. Indeed, she was one of the alpha females around here. It was more of a divine right, though. Her mother had also been one with the boys. She had inherited it all. She smiled at the thought, the queen called Sterling letting herself fall to the floors with grace, though her skull was held high, paws crossed and signifying she could just as easily leap to her feet at any second, and wasn't going to lay down fully and risk being vulnerable. Most would think her being c.ocky and all would mean that she was foolish, but no, she was also very intelligent, and knew the dangers of the alleys here.

You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care, home is still fly
That's a good look
Imma help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look,
Ladies thats a good look

When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Thats a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
Thats a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Ladies thats a good look

{ . S T E R L I N G }

[V.olcom]

Twilight were the moon says hello and the sun says goodnight a perfect time to roll out the red carpet and let others through..

Bright, Hot, makes your body drip....Im talking about the sun dearest and the heat...But in a ways I guess I could easily see myself in that categories. Green opals peek around the corner as the shadows stick with me as I trot alone the curb stone ruble claws clanking and scrapping. Pink tongue flagged from my clenches as I panted loudly.
My movements were a bit stiff as my right front leg had a limp to it but he still had grace that was for sure.
Brindle colored coat blended in to the dust and ruble that rolled around as noise was put to the test.
Thick skull of mine lifts as I let out a growl deep in my cords soothing them out for a better outcome as I spotted the fem.
Shifting my weights I slinked back to the shelter that the mounds of granite left for me avoiding the sun as much as possible.
Fixing myself I look to her smirk placed upon my mug "Lo." I nearly said in a gentleman's tone.

[{.sterling}]

partner, let me upgrade you.
{. S T E R L I N G }

I hear you be the block
But I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a
Leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing
Believe me

Come harder this wont be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for.

A scent of testosterone flooded her nostrils, and a smirk wavered onto her mottled chops. The canine pushed herself into a standing position, seeing Volcom. She knew of almost every dog around the bad part of town, and she had heard of Volcom none the less. He resided in Bott's Pet Store, though he was no pet, and would never become one. He was one of those 'baddest-of-the-bad' type of dogs. He often plotted the downfall of the human race, which was way over his head, but amused her none the less. There was one thing she wondered about, however. If he was so great, then why was he playing gentleman? A wry smirk grew in place of her once welcoming expression. She walked slowly and slinkily past him, and white tail brushing up against his chest. "Yo." She replied, smoothly, her tough-and-street voice coming out. She began to pick up a pacing trot past him, bouncing and dominant with a content feel. Her posture proved her rank around the parts. She was an alpha, without a doubt.

You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care, home is still fly
That's a good look
Imma help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look,
Ladies thats a good look

When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Thats a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
Thats a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Ladies thats a good look

{ . S T E R L I N G }

[V.olcom]

Harsh wind slashes his face as stocky boy sways watching her a cocky grin reaches his face. Baby I can dream cant I? If there was no one here to plot against the race of humanity they would keep going on with there rage after all everyone loves a rebel. To toned hue shifts his weight as I watch her spurt past me my pads burn from under me. Turning I follow her my strides catch up as I look to her and grin.

Whats the rush?

Surely i couldn't have made her feel uncomfortable around me even though you can see my dominance. I am a gentleman to the lady's if I wasn't who was there to hear those admiring complements. You know I could be the biggest what the ladys call 'bitch' ever but I this is one of my good days please dont ruin it.
Volcom seeked the spotlight doing anything to try and catch its rays.
I followed her like she was my escort arm in arm we hop down the yellow brick road.

[{.sterling}]

He was dominant? Not in her part of the town. She was the alpha here, and she pushed herself to hold her head higher than his with a challenging look of the eyes, complimented by a wry smirk of confidence as she trotted even faster from him. At his words, she looked back at him.

"What's it to ya?" She asked, her voice clear though deep, her southern street fem accet (if you could call it that) coming out. As she made her way through the alleys, she made it clear she knew exactly where she was going.

As she strode along, she caught a glimpse of a gang of dogs who instantly shouted out to her. She was rather popular around the bad parts of town. A true outlaw, just out for a stroll. And, what about the gentleman act and the hand in hand down the yellow brick road thing? That just didn't work for her. She was the kind of rare girl that the bad boys were drawn to like flies to a light, and what more, she was a leader who could stand her ground and take what was coming to her. That was the true essence of a street walker. Strength, endurance, and will as well as ability to lead the pack if handed over the chance.

Azure eyes looked back at the male, and she pivoted back on her heels in a tricky though graceful spin as she reared slightly back on her hind legs. "What's yer problem, Volcom? Do ya need anything, 'cause last time I checked, you lived with the mutts down at Bott's." She shook her head. "I also heard you were bad to the bone, but I ain't seein' anything but a gentleman. Don't make me ditch you. You probably couldn't fend for ya'self hear for one second. best start acting like ya belong." she warned.

[casiopia]

"Listen to the fem, big boy," a taunting voice chuckled, curling out from the shadows. Trusting, wide, chocolate eyes glinted as the canine stepped into view, her tounge hanging out the side of her maw, signaling her ease in the streets. The wiry thing bounced toward the pair, her paws barely grazing the ground. Her head was lowered to show respect for that cocky female; as much as she loved a good fight, it was just too hot for bloodshed.

The springer spaniel came to a halt a few yards away from the pair, her muscles rippling, in a stance that clearly displayed that she was no push-over pup. Her brown-and-white fur was knotted, and some chunks were missing, and yet she still manged to catch the eye of 'em males.

Maybe is was because she was so good at surviving? Julietta here knew when to back down: a rare trait for those as plucky as she. Wit and slyness were her gifts, as well as being fleet of foot.