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thisisallthehattersfault · 2 years

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Yes yes body horror and Becoming The Monster as in Losing Oneself and the grotesqueries of transgression, of ill-fitting skin stretched too-tight over bones that feel like they don’t belong to you anymore — but what about body horror as metamorphoses? What about Becoming The Monster as in Embracing The Shadow? What about Wen Ning who has never felt more himself when he was alive than he does now that he’s dead?

He is a MASTERPIECE, the greatest work of the greatest demonic cultivator of all time! His life was characterized by fear and uncertainty and loneliness and it was only in death that he learned how strong he really was, how capable, how resilient. If he had been the Ghost General during the war, or right after it, would the Dafan Wen have still died?

I just want Wen Ning to settle into the whole being undead thing and decide that he’s pretty okay with it actually! There’s so little left for him to fear, and the few things he does find actively unpleasant are all things that Wei Gongzi can probably fix if he takes some time to work on it. Wen Ning doesn’t like asking people for things, most certainly not for his own sake, but at the same time… Wei Wuxian, as an inventor, would want to know how his master work is faring, right? He’s never completely satisfied with anything he makes, always tweaking and tinkering, and he does keep Asking of Wen Ning needs anything, so…

I dunno where I’m really going with this but I think it’d be interesting to explore an AU where maybe Wen Ning gets to be lowkey kind of excited that he’s now an unkillable hyperbadass literally powered by all the rage he suppressed for so many years AND he gets to have that while also maintaining his cognizance and his genuine desire to help other people. Wen Qing shielded him from as much as she could but the results of that were Wen Ning feeling like he was quietly suffocating under the weight of his sister’s controlling brand of overprotectiveness — he loves her and appreciates everything she did for him but god was she good at making him feel small and helpless — and it didn’t even work because life under Wen Rohan was such constant stress that by the time Lotus Pier was burned Wen Ning was damn near numb to it. Now? Wen Ning only answers to one master. A master who Knows How To Utilize Him. A master who respects and cares for him as a person without trying to smother him! Wen Ning takes quiet pride in his existence as Wei Wuxian’s magnum opus and consequently in his ability to actually function as his General (personal bodyguard, second in command, right hand man!) he is the living (kinda) embodiment of both his family’s drive to survive and protect each other and his master’s brilliance and ingenuity.

I just think it would be cool! I just think it would be cool.

#wen ning #wen qionglin #the ghost general #mdzs #the untamed #ningxian #kinda if you squint #if I did an au like this #I’d want it to be a Wei sect au maybe #or otherwise one where the dafan wen survive #because I do think the circumstances surrounding the whole Becoming A Zombie thing #would have a big impact on his reaction to Becoming A Zombie #which is understandable!#but I love him and I want him to feel safe and happy in his own body #and while yeah you could do that by just like #Not having him be turned into a sentient fierce corpse #what if instead you did that specifically by turning him into a sentient fierce corpse #some teeth yearn for ripping!!#canines growing sharp out of black dog gums #Wen Ning has been been swallowing down the urge to tear people apart with his bare hands for years #now those hands are strong and marble-pale and capped with elegant little claws #and really who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

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wishfullyeternal · 3 years

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Remus Lupin- Changes in Blood

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Warnings- Graphic Descriptions of Gore, Violence, Self Harm, Neglect

*If you are suffering from anything of the above please exercise caution when reading this*

Holding Harry, trying desperately not to let him go, watching his best friend die, right in front of him.

Remus shouldn't be surprised, he's seen many people die right in front of him. It's the same every time, the single second of bliss before they turn into a shell of themselves, their souls already departed for the afterlife. He found comfort in their deaths, pondering their afterlife and how they would spend it. Randomly he would find himself imagining Sirius as his infamous dog form, running through the forbidden forest without a single care in the world.

He remembered so much, many call it a blessing but most of the time it was a curse to him. He remembered the pain of turning before Snape's potions, he remembers the crying and fights of his parents, deciding what to do with him for that month. One time he was locked in his room, another locked in the basement. One time he was even locked in a dog cage. That was the worst one, so many cuts were strewn upon his body and most of them left tangible scars that he would rub his fingers against, an agonizing memory following suit.

"Get in the cage Remus, it will help keep you safe" Remus couldn't understand, he was only seven. He hated himself and hated the pain that came with turning, the ways his bones would snap and form into lanky and horrible grotesque features. Fur began to cover his body, concealing his new scars for once, yet bringing a whole new host of problems. He was becoming feral, wanting the taste of blood in his mouth, and stopping at nothing to incite violence. He was a monster in his eyes, and everyone elses'. He wasn't someone plagued by a disease, he wasn't human, he was only a monster, and only a monster he would stay. The cage wasn't abnormally small and housed him quite comfortably if he were to curl up, much like a large dog, perhaps a Doberman, or a German Shepard. However, once he changed, it was a completely different story. His parents left him downstairs in the basement, leaving him in a corner to scream and cry.

"Mommy! Daddy! It hurts so bad! Please, please come back..." He kept saying things to try and comfort himself, knowing that nothing would come of it. Yet when he screamed for the last time before he turned, he couldn't help but feel anger and resentment towards his parents. In his adult life, he knew what they did was wrong, but he was just a kid. He was only five feet tall and hadn't even grown hair on his face.

His bones were beginning to stretch and twirl into places that they were never supposed to go. Fur beginning to cover his body, sprouting like grass on a rainy spring day. He was sweating from the energy taken to become this monster, and gasped at the teeth that began to grow, overtaking his canines and making them double the length, digging into the flesh of his gums and causing him to wince in pain. Claws began to form at his fingertips, and his eyes were pinned, his pupils the size of the head of a needle. They were a stark yellow, much different from the warm light brown they were before. He couldn't think straight and was pummeled with thoughts of blood and clawing at flesh. Wanting to feel the stringy muscles between his claws and seeing blood cover his hands. Wanting to feel the veins beneath his fingers, and struggling to contain the bloodlust that consumed him. He wanted to feel the warmness, the tackiness, and stickiness of the blood. He yearned for the metallic tang the air had when blood was shed, and couldn't help but put a sharp claw to his arm, lightly scratching it and watching tiny droplets form at the cut. He put his finger to the cut and wiped the blood onto his fingertips, watching as the blood traveled through the tiny grooves that made his fingerprint. He smeared it across his other finger and yearned for more.

"Fuck," He whispered, a new word that he accidentally had learned from his parents, pulling at his new fur. A headache began to ring through his head, constantly banging with the beat of his heart. The way the pain would radiate slowly, starting with the beginning of the beat, peaking, and then slowly decaying at the start of the next beat. Never-ending and never more painful than turning, yet it still managed to bring him to scratch at his face, desperately wanting to distract himself from the pain, even if it meant giving himself more pain. He had accidentally scratched too hard, and blood began to ooze from the wound, flowing through the wrinkles in his skin, and ending up down his neck and staining his already stretched shirt.

My birthday is March 10th

I am seven

I like books and candy

I like chocolate frogs and love my Mommy and my Daddy

He said this to himself over and over again, rocking back and forth, and wiping the blood off his face.

He's now thirty-six, and still has the scar from that night. Barely visible, faded through the years, and covered by a couple of other deeper scars in the same area, both from different changes. Every night, he holds a stillness in his heart that will never move. He watched the moon rise and fall in the sky, illuminating the soft glow of starkly off-grey concrete that covered the outside of 12 Grimmauld Place. His breath is uneasy, and he can almost taste the tension he created in himself, because he knows he's going to turn soon, the full moon almost upon him in a few day's time. Yet he didn't take the potion, and he didn't restrain himself. Remus Lupin simply stayed, sat down onto the creased leather couch, running his hand through his hair, and lightly tracing the scars across his body, a nervous habit he picked up.

Remus Lupin misses Sirius Black.

Remus Lupin doesn't take the potion because he knows that his mind would be filled with memories of Sirius, of Padfoot.

Remus remembers how distinct Sirius's footprints were as a dog. Toes slightly turned out, claws lightly dragging onto the ground, and the print of his paw, Remus memorized the look of his pawprint.

Remus doesn't take the potion because thinking of blood and violence is so much better than thinking of Padfoot.

Watching the scene replay again and again in his head, the rolling back of his beloved friend's eyes as he passes into the veil.

Remus didn't get to say goodbye, he was holding James back.

No, not James, Harry...

Remus regularly made that mistake, especially when he was Harry's professor.

Yet here he was, crying silently at the idea that he could never tell Padfoot that he loved him, that he was in love with him. Making sure to inflict pain upon himself because god that is so much better than thinking about him.

Remus couldn't even look at dogs anymore, and one time, far after the death of Sirius, Harry and Remus were speaking. In the background, a dog barked and for the slightest second Remus perked up, pondering the idea that his old friend may not be dead. His eyebrows raised and eyes wide, looking widely for the source of the sound.

He would end up looking at the ground for the rest of the conversation. Until he found somewhere he could be alone and ponder the thought of his friend.

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sunpopp · 3 years

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All Bark, All Bite (drabble)

"My, my, my, look at those canines..."

Through a lining of dark lashes and a grim smile tinged with black malice, you stare at Changkyun. He's just as you remembered; stunning. His black hair is combed away from his face, skin perfect, eyes turned down to the floor and you want. To. Scream.

You want to scream until your vocal chords grow thin like steel wire and snap taut in your throat. Until all the air in your lungs leaves your chest and you begin choking on the lack of oxygen. Until he understands what he's done. You want to scream, because of what he's done to you. You stop smiling, index fingers still holding the beast of a great dane's cheeks back to display the sharp teeth barring ebony gums.

"It'd be such a shame if she were to rip into that pretty face of yours, huh? At least then I wouldn't have to look into the eyes of a traitor-"

"I just did what I had to-"

"Don't say another fucking word, Changkyun, don't you dare!" You don't wait another beat as you let go of the dog and point at the man in the middle of the living room, bound by the legs and arms to the wooden chair. At the sound of your yelling, your guard-dog begins snarling and barking, globs of spittle and drool seeping from the corners of her mouth as she wildly thrashes against the collar and leash you have wrapped tightly around your fist, the only thing keeping her back from tearing Changkyun into shreds, and even you're struggling to keep her back, "Nothing on that goddamn contract said to fuck with my head like that! Not one word out of your mouth until I'm done speaking!" You grit out between too-clenched teeth, and steel yourself with a ragged breath before pulling up another chair from the kitchen, still holding onto the leash and keeping your eyes on him to make sure he's not tampering with his binds; you can see him gulp hard even from afar. You sit. You breathe.

"Ever since I was put into this line of mercenary work, my heart had been closed. I couldn't feel, because emotions got in the way, all I had to do was bite my tongue and pull the trigger. After all, I wasn't supposed to care about these people, I wasn't supposed to care about anyone. And then you came along. You. With your sweet talking and stupid fucking grin. I'd dealt with people way before you who did the same thing, yet they never got to me like you did. You made me feel something for the first time in eight years. Got close to me, rolled around with me in my own bed and kissed me like you meant it. Then you sent out the order to let this happen...," You croak, the mask you know so well falling from your face as soon as it came, and you show yourself to him. You pop open the buttons of your blouse, shrugging it down to your elbows, and you show him what he did. The healed wounds are nothing short of barbarous; acid injuries, scarred over ugly and hard to the eyes as they cover different patches of your skin, making it leathery and sensitive. You trace delicate fingers over them as you begin again, "These are the wounds I escaped with when my entire crew was attacked. Do you know what it's like to trip over the corpses of the people you've trusted most from the start as you run away from a unit of people trying to finish torturing you? To realize only after the damage that's been done that this happened because someone you finally allowed yourself to love was doing it all to get info on your mercenary group and nothing else? That you were a mere gateway?" The fury returns to the cold ring of your iris, harsh and wild with emotion that you don't care to hide any longer. You push away from your seat, stepping closer to Changkyun, and pull his hair back to force him to look into your eyes, which earns you a grunt.

"I'm giving you a chance to say something. Do so before I change my mind."

Yet nothing comes. For once, throughout the entire time you've "known" Changkyun, his lips are stretched thin across his face and he merely drops his gaze to his lap once more. You let go of him, shaking your head whilst turning on your heel to leave the room, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth as a call to get your great dane trailing behind you, "You have about ten minutes max, if you're lucky, to break out of that military-grade rope before the fire eventually reaches any actual part of you. This condo's building is completely empty, I've evacuated everybody, and it will explode with you in it in said time if you do not find your way out by then. All the doors are locked, and there are five emergency exits in this entire building, as well as a group of people waiting outside to jump you on sight," you mutter in a voice void of emotion, suddenly all of the feelings you've kept bottled up for months draining away in a mere couple seconds as you reach into your back pocket to retrieve a lighter. You flick it open, the light catching and flickering into a flame, and throw the small container of fluid to the trail of gasoline leading to both the chair and curtains. It ignites immediately, the heat of the blaze a parting kiss through the cloth of your shirt, and you don't look back.

"I'm sure you'll escape without a scratch, though. And then you'll run. Probably wipe yourself off the grid and go black for a couple days just in case. Because in the end, you always were a coward. Weren't you?"

You make sure to slam the door hard behind you.

#I'm in a shitty mood if you couldn't tell-#god I'm so fucking angry for no reason #so here you go 😌🤲🏽#take my angst drabbles #I hope you like 👉🏽👈🏽#changkyun angst #angst drabble #kpop scenarios #kpop drabbles #kpop angst #mx drabbles #mx scenarios #changkyun drabble #changkyun x reader

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onerudegentleman · 5 years

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Inlihes kind of ugly

here’s some extra info if you’re interested

because my handwriting is actual shoe stain:

Quirk Info:

Steel strong canines/tusks on bottom jaw. Has sharpish dog like teeth for the rest of mouth, though they don’t stand out as much as the tusks.

Ability to slightly retract teeth for comfort/basic talking. Though due to the large size, he cannot retract them all the way, and still tends to talk in a lisp-like way, and has trouble eating.

Always will have a second set of his canines growing in. Similar to that of a shark, and it’s generally painless. He has a larger/wider mouth than a normal human, which gives enough room for his teeth to grow.

Maximum bite force is 4,000 PSI(Per square inch). Never uses full power as it will lead to broken things. (Jaw, teeth, etc.) Usually leads to Atsuto to be immobile for a few days - too weeks due to the pain.

But unlike normal humans, who can exert a bite force of 150-200 PSI, Atsuto’s teeth and jaw are able to handle stronger forces. EX: He can reach up to 1,000 PSI, similar to the bite of a lion, without breaking his teeth.

Due to his animal-like canines and teeth, his jaw has naturally a wider stretch than most people, though it does not ‘unhinge’ like a snakes jaws would.

Equipment:

Similar to Toga’s scarf, Atsuto has a half-helmet like mouth-guard that covers the bottom section of his face. It’s made of tungsten, and is dyed a solid black. Titanium white sharp canine teeth are attached, which allow Atsuto to use more of his quirk without the risk of hurting himself. The mouth-guard is attached to the corners of his mouth with strong adhesive like pads, with tough steel strings. If he were to open his mouth, his equipment would also open with him, giving Atsuto a ‘second mouth’.

Long claw-like gloves - He wears these black gloves with red along his knuckles, where titanium claws are produced from the knuckles (like Wolverine), giving him an animalistic like quality.

Stats:

Power: 4/5 B

Speed: 3/5 C

Technique: 5/5 A

Intelligence: 3/5 C

Cooperativeness: 5/5 A

Other Info:

Simple costume for mobility, as has problems with being able to move swiftly when in confining clothes. That and the fact that when he is wearing a costume of sorts, it usually is not great for stealth, and will always make unwanted noises when he is practicing stealth.

Hero Name: Sabertooth

Speaks fluent Spanish and Japanese, though does not have the capacity to learn English. (He’s just really bad it it smh)

Throughout his younger years (10-12), he needed a mouth-guard and braces. When he asked for his ‘Dog mouth’, he was appalled when people began referring to it as a mouth-guard. But he still loves it, and even with the teasing, people admit that the item is useful in battle.

His mother is Hispanic and his father was Japanese/Korean. (Later passed on due to gum disease and liver failure.)

His mother has a quirk that allows her grow bone-strong quills from her body. Similar to that of a porcupine, she usually grows them along her back, and sometimes her arms and knees (combat).

His father had normal teeth, but they were as strong as titanium. But unlike Atsuto, he never had second pairs growing in, and if he lost an adult titanium tooth, he couldn’t grow it back.

#my oc #BNHA #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Kusaka Atsuto #quirks #bnha oc #my hero acadameia oc #please give him love #hes so ugly #rat man

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bubmyg · 6 years

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yoongles and s/o @ doge park?

a/n: i’ve had an idea for something yoongi/holly related for MONTHS i’m so glad you requested this omg. based on THESE

word count: 1,207

“Give me him!” You scolded, ducking across the middle console to reach for the wriggling mass of curly tawny fur dancing happily to Yoongi’s thighs.

The dark haired man pouted, shielding a protective arm around the dog as he secured his seat belt at the awkward stretch over his waist. Both arms then looped to bracket the panting dog, his tiny pink tongue poked out of an open mouth as the stub of wiry fur wiggled excitedly.

“No!” Yoongi glowered at you, shoving his palm under the dog’s soft stomach to suspend him safely as he swatted at your grappling fingers. “This is his seat.”

“Are you...” You trailed off, the softest of smiles overtaking the confused frown cross to your visage. A huff paired to the slit of his glare, indifference past the cherry blotches framing over paled cheeks as you continued to beam at him. “Oh, you’re serious.”

Holly yipped, a single beat of a sound that paired to the squirm of the animal in Yoongi’s expansive palm. The dog was plopped back against tattered black denim, a triumphant smile flashing to Yoongi’s gums as he slid a hand to the outer edge of the steering wheel. “I agree with him,” Soft irises slid to the bouncing dog in his lap, “You’re wasting precious dog park time.”

“Ridiculous. You’re ridiculous,” You told his dimpled cheek as he rolled over the engine. Dark eyes flashed to your own as he shifted, smile growing open mouthed as his palm gripped into the plush back of your seat to accurately aid in maneuvering the reverse of the vehicle out of the drive. The tiny dog yipped again, causing you to amend fondly, “Ridiculously cute.”

You curled your knee into the upholstery, knocking an elbow into the console and chin to your knuckles as you openly adored the sight presented before you. The downy puff of brown fur settled the second the car angled onto the highway, the dog happily sitting just below Yoongi’s belt buckle. Pelt covered eyelids blissfully shut, tongue fully dangling from an ajar mouth as he drank in the fresh wave of chilled air conditioning Yoongi adjusted with the flick of his thumb.

Your attention trailed to the fumble of thick rimmed sunglasses in frail fingers, embarrassed pink again catching in patches to his jawline when he caught you looking at him at a quick glance. You didn’t falter even as he did in shoving the glasses by the nose with the heel of his palm. He continued about minor driving actions, checking mirrors, flicking on turn signals, humming along to whatever music filtering past his auxiliary cord to his phone in a cup holder, as if there wasn’t a dog in his lap.

“What?” Yoongi inquired finally, considering the focus of your hunched figure in foreground to the rush of landscaping out the window beyond your shoulders.

“I already told you,” You mused with your jaw bouncing against your hand. “This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Take a picture,” He lipped, a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth as he faced the rush of the road under the tires, “it’ll last longer.”

You already had your phone out and pointed at the two, tongue clicking to catch the perked attention of Holly as Yoongi simply shook his head in faux annoyance.

“Give me him,” You sighed, holding your arms out expectantly. The thick black fabric of your mask bopped where you’d tucked it under your chin, a similar piece Yoongi had tried to loop while jostling a dog under the crook of his arm.

“No,” A grunt of indignation followed the struggled loop across his mouth, the fabric a bit wrinkled and twisted, but on none the less. The crescents of his eyes softened at you over the stitched hem, “I’ve got it.”

You forced your canine’s to suction into your swelled bottom lip, instead wielding the leash out for Yoongi to take. He ignored your affectionate stare, looping the pleated fabric around Holly’s tiny neck. Tugging once, twice, assured the rope was secure, a piece of mind that had him depositing the dancing dog to the gravel parking lot.

The path of your quick gaze from the resting apathy to his sharp featured visage, down to the plain black shirt hugging at soft fair pigmented arms to veined knuckles clutching at the purple leash of a wiggling poodle did nothing but soften the puddle of your heart as it dripped over the butterflies taking flight in the pit of your stomach.

“What?” Yoongi chuckled, drawing your trailing gaze back to squinted eyes that surely held the appearance of bashful gums under black.

“You’re cute, that’s all.”

He huffed, reaching out to pinch at your mask under your chin and draw it up over your lips. “So are you,” He muffled, blinking, “let’s go.”

“Do you want him?” Yoongi nudged your side with his elbow, drawing the attention spanning the sleepiness of your elongated blinks.

You sat up across the park bench, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your knuckles. Muted splays of color blurred at the edges, sharpening into an image as consciousness awakened at your pupils. In front of you came to reveal Yoongi’s languidly perched stature, back in the corner of the bench, legs crossed at the knee, arms cradled over his stomach. In the crook of his elbow held a snoring Holly, the tiny poodle entirely exhausted from socializing with a plethora of brand new friends.

The small dog twitched, trying to burrow further into the warmth radiating off the black of Yoongi’s shirt as absorbed by the setting of the overhead sun when he half moved to stretch his grip in your direction. The whine mewling out of the dog’s throat mirrored that of a newborn kitten was enough to have you crooning in adoration.

Until Yoongi cooed at the dog.

Your hands flew to your mouth, shielding the muffled oh my god into a layer of fabric and appendage.

“I know, I’m cute, we get it-”

“You said it, not me,” You giggled, removing your hands to touch his forearm. Yoongi glanced sharply at you, the amused crinkle of his eyes giving away his smile, again. Lightly, you patted sun kissed skin, hushing, “You hold him. He’s comfy.”

You hooked your arm under the crook of his elbow, pressing your cheek into glow of his bicep. The limp dog was jostled a bit as Yoongi adjusted his grip, passing that arm around your ribs as you cuddled into his side, a melodious hum of contentment rumbling in your throat as his fingers rubbed at your side.

He half had the mind to be annoyed, his company passing out into a slumber in the middle of a dog park. The evened pattern of breathing seemed to match, one that the thrum of his heart seemed to stall and match up. In sync were two of the biggest pieces of his heart, outweighing the remaining jostle of passions completing the puzzle enough to harmonize the beat of his heart to their own.

#min yoongi #bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #yoongi scenario #min yoongi scenario #bts imagine #yoongi imagine #i didnt know how to end this so you got a complicated cheesy metaphor you're welcome #Anonymous

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 7 years

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I Think, Therefore You Aren’t

Halloween ,it’s Halloween!

Happy halloween @mslead, it was me all along! You are like one of my fave fanfic writers and i was so psyched when I found out i’d be writing a story for you!

I tried to make it nice and creepy to keep with the season and I hope you enjoy it lots!

Word count- 2,891

She thinks she sees it out the corner of her eye, the soft glow of eyes in the darkest corners, always following her curiously. The gnash of teeth too sharp and too white in what could’ve been a smile or a snarl.

She could never quite tell.

Sometimes she hears. A growl or 2 when friends stay the night or a whispered ‘hello’ and a weak chuckle so faint it might’ve been just a trick of her mind.

But most importantly, she feels.

Splotches of warmth that tingle up her arms and feather across her cheeks feel almost like fingers ghosting cautiously over her skin. And when the sun begins to rise or in the wee hours on the tethers of night and day, her mattress dips this way and that in no way that’s possibly natural.

She thinks there’s something here with her but she know better. The apartment is hers and hers alone, this she knows. But sometimes she thinks otherwise, outside what she knows.

So that’s why once, just this once, Lucy tries to see what isn’t there.

It’s past midnight she knows, wrapped up under her covers and watching the seconds trickle by through the glow of the clock on her nightstand. Her eyes are tired, slipping to a close every now and then but she forces them back open, waiting. Listening.

Creak......

Creak..............

“Hello?” Lucy tries, feeling rather silly. “Is there anyone there?” She shifts slightly to peer over the blanket. To the foot of her bed is bathed in pale moonlight and beyond’s swallowed up by the dark night.

It was quiet like the night’s supposed to be but the air felt, off, charged with static and tense like her heart thundering in her chest. It’s there.

Her skin prickled as she squinted, gaze quickly jumping between the room’s dark corners suspiciously. It must’ve been the building settling in the night’s chill, letting off long winded groans as the day’s heat left it in waves.That’s what she hoped, what Lucy wanted to believe so she could simply roll over and fall into the first restful sleep she’s had in a while. All Lucy’s gotten these past few weeks were fitful rests, always cut short by the eyes that followed her, piercing through her dreams and leaving her in cold sweat ‘til the sun poked its rays through the window.

CreEEeeeaAaaaAAk.........

There it was again, longer and heavier like someone finally putting their foot down in one decisive step. Lucy’s eyes narrowed glaring at the corner furthest from her, absolutely sure that’s where it came. She could feel the seconds barely tick by,oozing like sludge as her fingers curled in the sheets.

“I know you’re there.” Lucy whispers irritably, pulling her covers in one swift motion over her head. “I’m not crazy.” She mumbled.

She may have shielded herself beneath the covers, but Lucy didn’t call for sleep. Her eyes begged her for the sweet relief yet they remained defiantly open, watching the slight rise and fall of the sheet from her shallow breaths.

Her fingers tapped softly on her upper thigh, growing more irritable with each passing minute. It wouldn’t come out now, not after such a brazen outburst. Whatever ‘it’ was, was either shy or an ass and would wait until she fell into a deep enough slumber before it made another move, poking its head uninvited in her dreams.

Lucy blew out a frustrated breath, turning on her side and rubbed her cold feet together. She hissed at their numbness, curling tighter into a ball. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night.

Maybe tonight was just gonna be like yesterday- long and leaving her breathless- and not in the happy ending sort of way.

She’s done her research, set traps for Polaroid photos and done almost whatever else a tormented person might do to prove they’re not crazy. What little evidence she’d garnered- if it could even be called that- was barely anything to ease her mind. There was always something else that could maybe explain it, her dog, the faucet, the window she always left cracked for that sweet bit of night air.

But she could still feel the presence, cold and unusual and yet somehow burning hot whipping round her, almost taunting. It had her at her wits end being terrified all the time. Lucy didn’t think the bags under her eyes could get bigger and yet they did each and every day.

She bit back a yawn rising in the back of her throat. The sleep beckoned her, a tempting mistress that promised her a good time if only she’d just let her worries go and sink into the softness, to let the black wave wash over her. Her eyelids drooped, the clock on her nightstand whispered softly nearby. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Maybe now she could-

Ccc-CCRReeeAAK........

Her eyes snapped back open to narrow to slits as she glared at the sheet,hearing it take another decisive step towards the bed. Guess she’ll lie with the mistress later. Her heart might be pounding and her nerves firing off all at once but she was, for the lack of a better word, pissed, and this thing is gonna get what’s coming to it. She’ll think about the consequences later.

So she lies in wait, it advancing for her. The steps were heavy and slow, as if it thought carefully about where to walk next. The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath its weight and her brows furrowed in concentration, listening keenly. Every now and then there was a heavy thump between steps,followed by the slither, the dry ‘shhhh’ of ........something dragging behind it.

It made a rhythm- creak, thump, shhh, creak, thump, shhh- that made her take a sharp breath through her nose as it came to a stop by her right. She almost lost it when she feels a chill cautiously grasp her upper arm through the sheet but kept the shriek inside, coming out as a weak snort as the chill slid to circle her wrist. The bed dipped, old springs screeching at the newcomer. Almost like her thoughts going wild, banging around inside her head trying to get out in an actual screech.

But she kept them inside, her breaths coming quicker and making the covers flutter away from her forehead. The chill around her wrist grew warm then gradually hot, almost unbearably so in mere seconds. A sharpness pricked her knuckle- tapping once, then twice, then a third driving through the sheet to pierce her skin.

Lucy bit her lip as she felt the blood well up from the broken skin, sticking the sheet to her knuckle. It knew she was awake.

Lucy flexed her fingers beneath its grip and it let go, allowing her to rise in a sitting position. Still, she had the sheet over her face, not quite ready to face it yet even with its eyes staring at her through the veil. They glowed, a soft shimmer in the dark that held her gaze steady and unblinking, waiting expectantly for her.

Suddenly a wave of annoyance shoots through her. This, this thing torments her, stabs her and now has the gall to act as though it was in charge? Screw this thing. Lucy was doing this on her own terms. She ripped the sheet from her face, the fabric pooling at her waist as she fixes it with a withering glare like it was a naughty pet instead of a creature outside of normalcy.

“You.” Lucy said, the word dripping with poison.

The creature blinks, its eyes shifting from green to red then back when it blinks again. It looked more human than she figured it would, tearing her gaze from the mesmerizing colours to finally get a good look.

If she didn’t focus then it looked almost like a man by the foot of her bed, around her age and sitting just beyond the touch of moonlight though she could still make out its marred brown skin with silvery white scars criss-crossing all over. Almost though isn’t enough. It blinks red as Lucy’s eyes roam, focusing on everything all at once.

Horns spiraled from its head, curling to wicked points above unruly hair- pink and unnaturally bright in the dark as it tilted its head, eyeing her curiously. It pondered her word then grins, lips pulling back over dark gums and bright teeth. A mouth full of canines were bared at her in what seemed more like a snarl than anything else.

“It’s me.” It says playfully, stabbing its fingers in the mattress. They were pulled out with soft pops and Lucy realized what pierced her. Claws, curved and blunt on few fingers with most coming to straight, deadly points. They almost distracted her from the scarlet scales trailing up its arms, blending smoothly with skin like intricate tattoos that gleamed dully. It scratched at its elbow, a grating sound as nails ran evenly over thick scales.

Lucy curls her legs closer to her, a lump forming in her throat under its weighty stare. “ What are you?” A thump made Lucy jump back on her bedpost when the creature slides closer to her, heavy tail rising off the floor to curl near her toes. Spiny ridges scratched her soles, the creature’s grin widens.

“I’m something.” It purred.

“Do you have a name?” Lucy retorted, fear receding for a moment at its curt answer.

“No.”

“Are you real?” Lucy asks, carefully picking her words. “Do you think I am?” It shoots back, clearly enjoying the back and forth questions as mirth grew in its shifting eyes. The tail crawls to rest on her calf. A heavy presence that made her hold her lips in a thin line before she answered.

“I’m not sure.” Lucy said truthfully.

It clucked its tongue in disappointment and its tail retreated, curling behind its back and it frowned. “Then I won’t answer.” Oh so it wanted to be cryptic, huh? Not answer her questions? Fine, whatever. Lucy’s lip curled in a sneer as she leaned forward to rest her chin on her knuckle.

“Don’t be like that.” It admonished, frown deepening.

And now it was gonna reprimand her. Great, at least now the sleep deprivation was working with her since her annoyance kept growing by the second.

“I don’t care.” She snapped, rocking forward a bit on her knuckle. Her sneer disappeared with a snarl of her own. “I don’t care.” Lucy repeats harshly. “I just want to sleep without you sticking you something head in my dreams. I don’t care who or what you are, or why for that matter, but I just want to sleep. Can you do that for me?”

It looks at her, eyes wide with surprise for a moment then narrowed to weak slits in amusement. It too leans forward mirroring her pose- chin on knuckle- to where she’s staring straight into its eyes. Their noses brush and It exhales a weak puff at her, a grey mist that swirled and fanned her cheeks with warmth. She almost reels back at the scent that overcomes her, wood smoke and cloves. Her thoughts cloud over and she rapidly blinks away the fog to try to clear her head.

Suddenly it straightens, amusement gone and its features blank- eyes going empty and hard. Lucy doesn’t move but she watches it warily, free hand tightening into a ball on her lap.

The creature stays rigid by her feet, tail wriggling slightly. Mechanically - and hauntingly innocent- its head tilts to fix her with rounded eyes, flashing neither red nor green, but gold for the briefest of moments.

“So how else am I supposed to feed?” It murmured. The question hung hollow and empty, reverberating around the room and ringing in Lucy’s ears.

Feed....? What does it mean by.....?

The pieces strung themselves together- feed, her dreams, its eyes- and Lucy almost flies to her feet, hands drawn to her chest while her face contorted into a mask. Too many emotions were trying to force their way up and be seen but the fear in her eyes and the disgusted curl of her lip were enough.

“You’ve been feeding....off my dreams.” Lucy stated pointedly, more to herself as though saying the fact out loud would make it more plausible.

The creature still hadn’t moved, remaining stock still with not even the slightest rise of its chest. Her legs tangled in the sheets, pulling to her chest as well.

Wait, did it breathe? She hadn’t noticed if it did.

“Well?” Lucy demanded, voice shaky and strained. “At least say something!”

The creature blinked green, head cocking stiffly to the other side. Its neck cracked loudly at the motion and Lucy winced, feeling her own neck twinge in response.

Then she heard it, soft at first then growing in timbre,shaking her bones. It was laughing. Scratchy and dry from the back of its throat that pulled its lips back over teeth again. She couldn’t describe it properly, maybe like the hiss of steam escaping a broken kettle with a sharp whistle every other wheeze. It rattled and shook the creature as it rose to full height above her, tail falling to the floor with a heavy thud by its feet.

Cold rolled off it in waves by her side, laughter dying down to but a simple curl at the corners of its lips.

“So you want to make a deal then?” There was a coyness to its words, masking something else. It extended a hand, moonlight turning claws silver as it leveled with her face. Lucy felt compelled to take it, hand twitching in her lap but let it rest there.

“What are the terms?” “Acceptable.” It said simply, wiggling its fingers slightly.

She rose her hand, stopping just short of dropping it in the creature’s. She searched its eyes for something, anything, that would set off the alarms in her head but she couldn’t find it. Just a haunting gaze watching her expectantly like it already knew her answer.

“ Will you really leave me to rest?” Her hand hovered inches above, the chill warming slightly. It said nothing, smile only widening.

“As long as you want.”

Lucy gulped, her throat dry as she came to an answer. With a sharp inhale she dropped her hand, feeling the clawed fingers wrap around her securely. A claw ran over the cut on her knuckle, aggravating the broken skin once more. The creature watched as the blood beaded, coating it scarlet with rapt attention, a gleam in the creature’s eye.

The contact was short, Lucy’s hand hovered in the air falling slowly back to her lap while it stepped back. The floor didn’t creak.

It slunk further away into the shadows not breaking eye contact and brought its finger, the one smeared with her blood, to its lips. Eyes and teeth were all she could see as the darkness swallowed up the creature in the corner it came from.

Lucy swore she saw its tongue dart out, wiping the red clean from its claw. The smirk faded away when its tongue darted out again, swiping along its lower lip.

It blinked once red. Then green. Then red again, gold flecks burning from their center. Something is whispered at Lucy but she can’t hear. It only reaches her as a low rush of breath. The creature’s eyes close and melts into the corner without a sound

She’s alone again in her room, like the encounter never even happened.

Suddenly she feels weak, fatigue washing over her like she hadn’t slept in years, eyes burning and begging for her to close them and she couldn’t find the strength like before to keep them open.

Dropping back on the pillow, not even bothering to pull at her covers, a spine tingling yawn left her. She still focused on the corner, waiting for it to peer back at her once more but there was nothing.

No emeralds or rubies blinked back at her. No creaks or thuds. Nothing.

Had it really all just happened in her head?

Warmth swirled from the corner, bringing with it the scent of cloves and wood smoke. Spicy and intoxicating pulling her eyes to a close.

It wrapped around her as Lucy turned on her side, eyelids finally snapping shut.

The clock on her night stand went by slowly- tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock- then halted to a stop. With effort she cracked an eye just in time to see the hands fall useless inside its face.

Lucy turned over, wincing slightly at her knuckle when the tiredness washed over her, stronger this time and her vision blurred.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’ll replace the batteries. Lucy closed her eye with a soft sigh, allowing for the sleep to take her at last. Cloves and wood smoke filled her nose.

It’s fuzzy and slow, crawling at her from the corners of her mind as gold seeped through.It wrapped her and kept her still, holding her to the mattress. Lucy’s breaths came out weak, barely causing her chest to rise.

Gold flared in the corner and flooded her mind and she stiffened for a moment, breath in her nose.

With a final exhale,Lucy slips off peacefully. The gold bled away and the floors gave its last creak.

The decisive step of something turning away.

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[SF] ‘Learning to fly’

I’d fallen asleep in my recliner. I should have just gone to bed but I was too proud to admit I needed rest that early in the evening. It made me feel old and feeble. I don’t know how long I‘d been asleep when I was awakened by the fierce snarling of my dog. She was completely fixated on something I couldn’t see. It was quite uncharacteristic for her to get so animated but I was very groggy. I sensed something was nearby in the room but I couldn’t manage to raise my head.

It was extremely distressing to acknowledge her warning but not be able to motivate myself to respond to it. It was as if I’d been drugged or something. Her growl became even more fierce and urgent. That was followed by a rapid series of furious barks. Whatever it was, she wasn’t backing down. ‘Atta girl!’; I thought. Hearing her vicious snarl helped to bring me out of my deep stupor.

With great effort, I raised my head off the padded chair top. Out of the corner of my eye, I could make out a large black thing ‘flapping’ in mid air. At first I thought it was a kite or something caught in the current of my air-conditioner inside the house. It made no sense. What could it be? At first I assumed the dog was just overreacting to an inanimate object blowing around the room but the ‘thing’ was holding its place in the air. It wasn’t drifting at all. It was purposely hanging in that precise spot!

The realization sent adrenaline into my veins. I tried to turn my head to view the unexplained source of fear, straight on. Slowly my eyes started to droop. Despite the rising terror, I was close to passing out. I tried to hold on. The more I raised up, the weaker I became. My muscles failed me. My body shook from the strain of trying to raise up and turn my head simultaneously. I couldn’t do either. The flapping thing drifted slowly toward the front door and my dog repositioned itself in an attack stance; trying to drive it out.

It was still very much at the edge of my peripheral vision but I could see it a little better. This dark creature was no unattended child’s toy or piece of floating cloth. It was very much alive and wanted desperately to leave. The closest way I could describe it would be to suggest it was bat-like with large talons and somewhat hairy. In a moment of admirable grace, if swooped out the dog door; just as it had apparently came in. My dog tried to chase after it but I called her to me. I didn’t want her tangling any more with the ungodly thing, whatever it was.

She came over and hopped up on my lap in an obvious attempt to comfort and protect me. I was as weak as a kitten and couldn’t gotten out of the chair if the house was on fire. The two of us bonded there until I fell back asleep. In the morning I found myself alone but my lap was still warm. She had just left me a few moments earlier. Finally I was able to get up but even after 14 hours of restless sleep, I was still weak and groggy. I staggered down the hall to the bathroom. The past night’s experience seemed like a bad dream.

To my horror, I had dried blood down the side of my neck and an ugly laceration near my juggler vein. That explained why I was so weak but not how it got there. The blood loss had taken all of my energy. The wound was serious but luckily had already began to heal. I knew my dog hadn’t done it to me so that only left one very uncomfortable possibility. The thing from the night before had obviously scratched me with it’s talons before I woke up. I put some antiseptic and antibiotic cream on it. I worried the ‘bat thing’ could have rabies or other diseases.

Strangely, my dog was nowhere to be found. Her food sat untouched but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. She ate in spurts. As for me, I had worked up a voracious appetite but nothing sounded appealing. As a matter of fact, the mere thought of eating made me violently nauseous. I elected to skip breakfast and went outside to get the mail instead. It was overcast and I was only 100 steps out my front door when a rash began to break out on my pale skin. The dog didn’t answer when I called for her. It was perplexing but I didn’t have the luxury of traipsing all over the neighborhood looking for her. She’d come home when she was good and ready.

Instead I stumbled back inside and just took a nap. I hoped the nausea would go away over time. Despite the abundance of sleep I’d had recently, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. My dreams were filled with grotesque imagery and dark nightmarish landscapes. When I did awaken, the nausea (and hunger) from before was infinitely worse. My stomach was doing flip flops at the thought of eating anything I had, yet I was desperate to eat something. I forced myself to eat some chicken in the fridge but I threw it up immediately. The thought repulsed me. It was no surprise that I couldn’t keep it down.

I should have been worried about my missing pup but I had bigger issues. Much bigger. My skin seemed leathery and the light in my living room hurt my eyes. I felt like I was wasting away. There was also an odd pain near the backs of my shoulder blades. The skin was inflamed and burned to the touch on both sides. It felt like I had a tumor under the skin. My teeth hurt too. Specifically my canines. It almost seemed like they were expanding outward. Even with my lips closed, the tips of them stuck out and the gums around them was sore.

I turned out the light and put a cool washcloth on my forehead. My body was going through changes. There was no denying I was an individual in transition. The question was, transitioning into what? Frankly, I was terrified. I knew I needed to get to a hospital but I was too scared to face what they might find out. As with most people, I was in denial about a great many things. Not the least of which was, what was happening to me? I ‘knew’, but I didn’t really want to know.

During the night, my unknown metamorphosis hastened. Embryonic growths sprang from the inflamed areas on my back. First they were no more than nubs but in rapid succession, They stretched and grew like a budding plant. As much as I might have wanted to pretend otherwise, they were clearly the beginnings of wings. Bat-like wings. My overall stature was shrinking but my flesh in certain areas was expanding. A hundred emotions flowed through me. Fear, excitement, terror, panic, anticipation, dread, impatience, worry, and a plethora of others. I couldn’t see my future but I could tell there was no stopping it. I was just along for the ride.

In the span of one night, my body had contorted into an unrecognizable mass; half human and half ‘something else’. It was finally obvious why my dog had ran off. She could tell I was infected by whatever had attacked me and she knew I was going to become ‘one of them’. I suppose she stayed with ‘me’ as long as she could. That is, until I was actually something else. My wings were growing larger, my fingernails had expanded into gnarled claws. My canines were prominent and sharp. I dared not glance as myself anymore in the mirror. I was certain I would no longer recognize myself; not that it mattered. I was becoming ‘me’.

All that growth and physical change came with a visceral, unnatural hunger I did not relish because I knew what it would mean to my former species. It was the single most troubling aspect of the whole surreal experience. I could hardly believe any of it was real but there was no denying it. What I was, bore only a shadow of my past humanity. My wings could now expand to over twice that of my shrinking body size and my leathery skin was covered with a fine fur. In nearly every way, I had morphed into a parallel creature to that of the one who had infected me. They had obviously also been infected by their own predecessors. It made me wonder how many of them, or rather how many of US there were across the world. Who was ‘subject zero’ and how did he (or she) get transformed?

Perhaps I would soon know the answers to those philosophical questions once I encountered others of my new subspecies. Pity and remorse over victimizing members of humanity would certainly fade as my hunger grew. After all, every species on Earth feeds on lesser species and there is no room in the food chain for remorse or guilt. I could hardly wait for the sun to go down. Besides my pressing need to ‘feed’ for the very first time, I was also anxious to embrace my new vampiric existence. After dusk, I would take my very first steps in this dark new path because we must all crawl, before learning to fly.

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bluemakerbasement-blog · 6 years

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What So Unique About Poodle Canines Anyhow?

You ought to be able to find several indispensable truths about poodles in the following paragraphs. For pet dog enthusiasts this is an extremely intriguing type without a doubt! The Poodle is typically acknowledged to be the most intelligently smart of all members of the canine race. There is a general belief that he is a fop, whose time is mostly inhabited in individual decoration, which he needs a large amount of specific interest in the matter of his commode. It might be true that to maintain him in exhibit order and also ideal tidiness his proprietor requires to commit even more consideration to him compared to is required in the instance of numerous types; yet in various other respects he gives hardly any problem, as well as all that are connected to him are regular in their opinion that there is no dog so intensely fascinating and responsive as a friend. His premium qualities of mind as well as his intense powers of thinking are indeed so terrific that there is something nearly human in his attractiveness and his dedication. His ability in knowing is never denied, and several are the tales told of his wonderful ability and versatility. Not just as a showman's pet has he identified himself. He is something greater than a mountebank of the booths, trained to stroll the limited rope and stand on his head. He is a proficient at executing tricks, yet it is his performance of brain that places him in addition to other animals. The extreme and lengthy coat of this canine has the peculiarity that if not maintained regularly cleaned out it twists up right into little cords which raise in length as the new hair grows and clings about it. The unshed old hair as well as the brand-new growth laced together therefore end up being distinctive rope-like cables. At some point, if these cables are not interrupt, or mistakenly detached, they drag along the ground, therefore protect against the bad pet from moving with any kind of level of convenience or liberty. Corded Poodles are very snazzy, as well as from the amazing look of the coat, attract a lot of public attention when exhibited at programs; yet they have shed appeal among a lot of fanciers, and also have ended up being few in number due to the apparent truth that it is difficult making pets of them or keep them in your home. The factor of this is that the layer must, once in a while, be oiled in order to keep the cables supple as well as stop them from breaking, as well as, obviously, as their coats can not be brushed, the only method of maintaining the canine tidy is to clean him, which with a corded Poodle is a lengthy and laborious procedure. Even more, the layer takes hours to completely dry, and unless the recently washed pet be kept in a warmer space he is really liable to capture cold. The outcome is, that the layers of corded Poodles are virtually invariably dirty, and also rather foul-smelling. Poodle's General appearance --------------------------- Head: Long, directly, as well as fine, the head not extensive, with a small top at the back. Impressive Yorkipoo Information : Long (however not snipy) and also solid not complete in cheek; teeth white, strong, and degree; gums black, lips black and also not revealing lippiness. Eyes: Almond shaped, very dark, packed with fire and intelligence. I trust that what you've checked out so much has actually been insightful. The adhering to section ought to go a lengthy method toward clearing any kind of uncertainty that may stay. Nose: Black and sharp. Ears: The natural leather long and also wide, low collection on, hanging close to the face. Neck: Well proportioned and also strong, to confess of the head being lugged high and also with self-respect. Feet: Rather little, and of excellent form, the toes well arched, pads thick and also hard. Legs: Fore-legs set directly from shoulder, with lots of bone as well as muscular tissue. Hind-legs: Really muscular as well as well angled, with the hocks well pull down. Tail: Establish on rather high, well lugged, never ever curled or carried over back. Layer: Quite excessive, and of excellent difficult texture; if corded, hanging in limited, also cords; if non-corded, extremely thick and also solid, of even length, the swirls close and thick, without knots or cords.

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creativedogtrainingonline · 7 years

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Is The Poodle The A lot of Intelligent Of Pet dogs?

The Poodle is generally acknowledged to be the most carefully smart of all members of the canine race. There is a general belief that he is a fop, whose time is mainly inhabited in individual embellishment, which he needs a fantastic deal of specific attention in the matter of his toilet.

It may hold true that to keep him in exhibition prescribe and perfective cleanliness his owner has wish to devote more consideration to him than is required when it comes to lots of types; but in other respects he offers hardly any problem, and all who are attached to him are constant in their opinion that there is no dog so intensely intriguing and responsive as a companion.

His qualities of mind and his severe powers of thinking are certainly so fantastic that there is something practically human in his appearance and his commitment. His ability in learning is never ever rejected, and numerous are the stories informed of his wonderful talent and flexibility.

Not merely as a showman’s pet dog has he determined himself. He is something more than a mountebank of the booths, trained to walk the tight rope and stand during his head. He is a skilled at performing techniques, but it is his awareness of brain that positions him apart from other animals.

The excessive and long coat of this pet has the peculiarity that whenever not kept continuously brushed out it twists up into little cords which increase in length as the new hair grows and sticks about it. The unshed old hair and the brand-new development braided together thus become unique rope-like cables. Eventually, if these cords are not interrupt, or inadvertently torn off, they drag along the ground, therefore prevent the bad animal from moving with any degree of comfortableness or freedom.

Corded Poodles are very snazzy, and from the impressive look of the coat, draw in a good deal of spotlight when displayed at programs; however they have actually lost popularity among many fanciers, and have actually ended up being couple of in number owing to the apparent truth that it is difficult to make family pets of them or keep them in the residence home.

The reason of this is that the coat must, from time to time, be oiled in prescribe to keep the cables flexible and avoid them from snapping, and, naturally, as their coats can not be brushed, the only method of keeping the canine tidy is to clean him, which with a corded Poodle is a prolonged and tiresome process. Further, the coat takes hours to dry, and unless the newly cleaned pet be kept in a warm room he is extremely liable to catch cold. The result is, that the coats of corded Poodles are almost incessantly unclean, and rather stinky.

Poodle’s General look

Head: Long, directly, and fine, the skull not broad, with a small peak at the back.

Muzzle: Long (but not snippy) and strong not full in cheek; teeth white, strong, and phase; gums black, lips black and disappointing lippiness.

Eyes: Almond shaped, extremely dark, loaded with fire and intelligence.

Nose: Black and sharp.

Ears: The leather long and wide, low set on, hanging close to the face.

Neck: Well proportioned and strong, to confess of the head being brought high and with self-respect.

Feet: Rather small, and of skilled shape, the toes well arched, pads thick and severe.

Legs: Fore-legs set straight from shoulder, with a lot of bone and muscle.

Hind-legs: Very muscular and well bent, with the hocks well pull down.

Tail: Set throughout rather high, well carried, never ever curled or brought over rearward.

Coat: Extremely extreme, and of excellent difficult texture; when corded, hanging in tight, even cords; when non-corded, extremely thick and strong, of even length, the curls close and thick, without knots or cables.

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