infectedcandid

[infectedcandid]

Unfortunately I managed to catch something. Still working on the new blog. Just taking a bit longer.

[infectedcandid]

Hello, everyone. It's been a long time. I'm finally here, and hopefully for real this time. Below I'm going to explain everything as to why I've been away for so long. I'm not sure what I may have said in the past so I'm going to go through the whole story. I'll make a shortened version at the very end in case you don't feel like reading everything. I made this blog about five or so years ago, back when I was around 15-16. Back then I had a passion and drive for writing, and it was also a huge coping method for me. My father had cancer. He had had it about a year or so prior to me making the blog, but at the time he had been doing pretty well. In a bit of pain, sure, but he was handling it decently. His health started to dwindle though, as did our assets. He had to get on disability and he still wanted to help me by getting my medications. (At the time I only knew about having depression and an anxiety disorder.) As our assets lessened we had to keep moving. Cheaper places to live. After all, dad refused to get rid of our (four) cats. He loved them and they provided comfort to us both. As things worsened, I started to lose my passion. So I disappeared. I always wanted to return but I couldn't bring myself to. I had no focus. All I could do was worry and fall deeper into my own depression. A couple years ago, he passed away. It wasn't peacefully either. He was awake but couldn't respond. He couldn't see. All he could do was murmur in pain and hospice had to come and give him morphine. First every hour. Then half hour. Then every ten to fifteen minutes. He passed away at two or so in the morning only a few days into August. Right before I was to go back to school. He would never see me graduate. I then obviously had to move in with my mom, and my depression worsened. My mom is, unfortunately, manipulative and verbally/emotionally abusive. I became more and more suicidal. Eventually, I admitted myself to the psychiatric ward. I only stayed a few days. I then learned I also had a bipolar disorder. Other things happened prior and after. I'm less than half a year away from being 21. I got my first and current job. Medications changed. I still haven't found the right combination. Emotionally, I continue to deteriorate every day. Despite this, I want to return. I'm hoping that my passion will reignite. I'm hoping it'll give me something to work for. Hopefully it will give me the drive continue writing my books as well. I'm hoping it will help me make a turning point in my life. One for the better. So, I'm going to start over. I'm going to remake this blog. A fresh start. I'll readd people I interacted with a lot, whether they're still around or not. Those that also want to ensure they're refollowed, please like this post if you'd like. I hope to see you all soon. I will add a post once the blog has been made. Short version: A lot of personal issues sprung up, but I'm finally trying to bring myself back. I'm going to remake this blog and begin anew. For more information on this, please read the above paragraph at the very least.

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Hey guys! I'm not disappearing again, but replies may or may not pop up tonight, as a friend invited me to spend the night with her. It's been a while so I'd like the chance to do that. If I can get connected to her internet, I'll be coming online from there. If not, I'll be back tomorrow!

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"Ah, we're a bit alike in that respect then." Candid murmured softly, almost as if it were just a passing thought. However, it was true. Perhaps for different reasons, but true nonetheless. "There's a few times I've wanted to fight, but I find it difficult to fight even for just protection. I need to be careful, with a body like this." She chuckled, stretching herself out. "I'm definitely not in the fittest condition. Can't even stand still for too long without worry." Though her words were not the happiest, she did say them with a certain lightheartedness that didn't convey any of her own worry. It was something she had grown to deal with, after all.

The hound tilted her head for a moment, letting the joke sink in, before her own small, teasing grin formed upon her muzzle. "Aw, well there goes my next question." She let out a soft laugh at her own retort, obviously finding the fact he made the joke amusing as well. Once she had silenced herself, she nodded, the grin not fading from her person. "Shouldn't be too hard for you, I imagine. You'd probably fare quite well against a whole pack of us, if need be."

He tilts his head opposite hers as he smiles slightly, his eyes looking over her as well, but easily recognizing her real intent through her ear twitches. He adds his own hearing to hers, listening for any signs of movement, and smiles wider when she nods and says none are about. “I’m glad. Never did like to fight, the living dead no exception."

He stops and listens to her explanation, then grins and nods. “Blood and saliva, eh? Convenient, I suppose, though you’ll forgive me if I don’t ask for kiss." He winks playfully, then chuckles, the fact that Canid is an undead canine apparently only adding to his enjoyment of the friendly joke. He then sits and relaxes more, his smile still on his face. “So just don’t get bitten, and don’t let infected blood get into a cut or the mouth. I think I can manage that."

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At that very time, there was indeed another creature roaming about. A black and rust colored hound was prowling in the brush, her haunches taut with the effort of staying mostly still. Her front paws dug lightly into the soft earth, making barely a sound. Ears perked back for any other noises, she knew she was close. She could smell her prey already, and her cloudy blue eyes lit up. Yes, she was indeed close. She had been stalking the small animal, a rabbit, for what seemed like hours. In reality, it had only been about five minutes, but the thing just wouldn't stay still. Now it was close to the ground, nibbling on something. Poor thing. Should have headed back to your den for the night. She was thankful that she was downwind from the animal, or else the animal would have shot off by now. She didn't exactly smell all that good, after all. 

Just as she was about to lunge at her meal, however, the snap of a branch made the animal's head shoot up. Candid's breath hitched, and she froze, but it was far too late. The animal caught sight of her and dashed off into its nearby den. The hound snarled low under her breath, scratching at the ground with indigence.  Who knew when she'd be able to get another meal? She lowered herself once more, ears continuing to twitch as she listened. Nearby she could hear the continuous sound of walking; grinding stones against the dirt, the occasional leaf or twig... She was now bound and determined to see just who or what made her lose her catch. As she got closer, she was able to hear the steps more clearly. It was a human. At that point, she considered stopping and just turning tail. She didn't do well with with humans, usually. This one made her lose her meal however, and in turn, actually managed to pique her curiosity. Why would he come out at such an hour, with no one else around?

Once the city came into view however, she did pause. Sneaking out from the bushes, she dashed off towards the dark shadows of the buildings. She did plan on following him, of course, but she had to take different measures if she were to be sneaky. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't sneaky enough. The hound heard the man's voice, calling out to whatever shadow he had seen, and she inwardly cursed. She had two options. Either she show herself directly and risk this man having some sort of weapon, or she could be less... Direct. Gain his trust first. Of course, once he did see her, there was still the chance of him reacting badly. She expected as much, honestly. It was worth a shot though. She stayed to the shadows as she spoke, her voice raspy like that of a sick elder. "Yes... I'm here. I mean you no harm. I saw you walking though, and my curiosity got the best of me."

Dog Days

"…He better hope I don’t poison his coffee for this." He groaned, pushing the large steel doors opened so he could step out into the subsequent evening. Draping his coat over a shoulder, he strolled along the given path—seeing no reason why he should bother changing into something more appropriate instead of his uniform. Although the night was still young, he doubted many people would still be up this late. Even he wanted to turn around and go back into the sanctuary of his office (or chamber of hell, as some have taken to calling it), but he couldn’t. Komui managed to convince him that if he does not get his favourite Blue Mountain coffee by morning, there would be a disaster. Having remembered the last calamity involving the man’s deranged robots, the Chief gave in and opted to go pick it up from the store. However, not without consequences. 

As he treaded along the path through the forest and into town, he felt a cold chill run down his spine. He stopped for a brief moment, looking around and observing the area. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt as though he was being followed. Shrugging it off, he continued down the road for what seemed like forever—before coming across the outskirts of the city. “Heh," the man chuckled. “Just as I thought. There’s hardly anyone around." 

Thank the stars that the store was still open. Otherwise, he might have travelled all this way for nothing. As he approached the building, he saw a shadow from the corner of his eyes. Now he knew he definitely didn’t imagine it. "…Anyone there?" he called out, though after a moment of silence he realised he was probably just being paranoid. There had been no reports of akuma in the area, so he figured he was pretty safe. At least from them. 

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Nodding in response, the hound spoke. "Yes, I'm one of them. Naturally, I've chosen not to kill. With more infected, there's less chance I'll catch any prey." She chuckled softly, before shaking her head. "No... I'm kidding. That's not the reason why. I just remember things from... Before. Very little, but enough. I can't bring myself to harm humans." The next question made her pause for just a moment. That question never ceases to catch her off guard. I should be used to this by now... Shaking the thought off, she finally continued, "Injection. I was injected by scientists."

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The she-hound couldn't help but let a lopsided grin stretch across her muzzle. Her stumpy tail began to wag cheerfully, and she couldn't help but to laugh along with him. She supposed he had a point, and though she still wouldn't want him to get into trouble thanks to her... She just couldn't help but be happy.

So, instead, she just settled with saying, "Well, just be careful, okay?" She then sat carefully at his feet, not answering at first. She lifted her head up to take in all the new smells, her nose going a mile a minute. She almost seemed in a daze for the moment, before she was finally able to shake herself out of such a state. Hopefully Steve hadn't noticed. 

Finally, she figured she shouldn't keep him waiting, and decided to answer. "Well, I've learned to not really be picky. I'd be happy with just about anything." The hound murmured, tail still wagging. Though she did still feel guilty that he was doing this, she couldn't help but feel a little excited at the idea of eating something. 

Heel ((Steve||Candid))

He laughed cheerfully and patted her head with a bit more force, showing that he was giving more and more consideration to the idea as they walked. 

"Candid, I’m always in trouble dontcha know?" 

Still laughing about the whole affair he peeked carefully around a corner as they rounded it, breathing in the newfound smells of food that seemed to overpower everything else including the scent of her slowly rotting body.

"So. What sounds good, hm?" he chirped. 

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The hound simply nodded, absentmindedly drawing little patterns in the ground with a ragged claw. Yes, he had a valid point. It was easier said than done sometimes, though... Her foggy blue eyes appeared to lighten up just a little at his words, however, and she nodded once more in further agreeance. 

She blinked her eyes as she looked him over, cocking her head to the side. Though, this action wasn't one of curiosity; her ears were twitching slightly, perking up as if listening for any sign of activity. After a moment of pure silence from her, she finally shook her head. "There's nothing else around here. At least, not within my hearing distance. And it's... Not really by touch."

She paused, trying to think through her words carefully. If she were to be totally honest, she wasn't completely sure how the virus worked, but she could give her best guess. "I'm pretty sure it's transferred by either injection, like what happened to me, or... Fluids. Saliva to blood, or blood to blood... But not just touching."

He gives her a sympathetic look. “Sorry to hear that. But hey, at least there are some clear areas, right? Have to look on the bright side sometimes."

He looks up and around. “So, how exactly does this virus work? Is  it airborne, or like spread by touch? And are any of the living dead around here, other than you? That last thing you need is an undead dragon, trust me.’"

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Candid merely watched the woman, letting her simple actions sink in. Her lips pursing, seemingly in some sort of deep thought. What was on her mind? The she-hound truly did want to know. After all, if anything was bothering her friend, she really wanted to help. She was just about to dig deeper and ask what was wrong, but before she could even open her mouth, Rebecca's smile and voice pausing the hound's actions.

"Ah... Favorite food?" The hound tilted her head, her previous curiosity momentarily forgotten. It was an interesting question for her, that was for sure. Considering she wasn't the typical house pet who could eat every day... She couldn't afford to be picky. "Well, I guess whatever I can catch." She only half-joked, an awkward, lopsided grin twitching against her muzzle.

We Meet Again

[infectedcandid]

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Ahh... So many people deactivated. I've only been able to get 4 replies drafted. v.v

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Alright! Replies are being made. If I end up missing yours, please let me know!

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Guess who's back!

Well, I won't be making replies until tomorrow, but... I'm finally back! Found the password for this account, and I've sifted through most of things that that's happened lately, and I think I'm ready to return!

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Sunshine

It wouldn’t be long, now. She had to make it to her destination.

The female hound regretted being unable to hunt for so long. Now, she was paying the dire consequences. Without food, her deteriorating body had no energy to sustain itself. Thanks to her lack of care, the process had only sped up. Soon, she would join the ranks of the truly dead. She just hoped all she had done with her second life had not been in vain.

Finally, her body could take no more. Giving in to her weakness, her legs gave out from under her. There she lay, in the middle of the forest she used to consider home. That is, until she met her boy. He once offered her his home, as if he would take her in to be a pet. Not just some infected hound, but his hound.

But now, that would be gone.

Slowly, Candid forced herself forward. She tried to scoot herself along, dragging her body across the forest floor. Leaves and mud mixed in with her torn fur and muscle, but she didn’t care. She had to make sure no one would ever find her. Especially her boy.

He needs to just forget about me. He mustn’t find me. Never.

Eventually, she came across what appeared to be a thick pile of leaves and debris. Some sort of primal paranoia enveloped her, and she sighed low under her breath. That would have to do. Soon, she wouldn’t even be able to go any further. Carefully, she nosed her way through the thick debris, trying to get the majority of her body under the cold, rough blanket. Now... She would rest.

Though she knew she had done all she could, she did not want to close her eyes. Honestly, she found herself being truly afraid for the first time. Her flayed ears pressed back against her head as she whimpered, finally allowing her weakness to fully show itself. I don’t want to go. I want to stay with Steve. I want to stay with my-

She saw herself, sitting in a living room. She was completely normal, now. No sign of the infection could be seen upon her body, lit up beside the fireplace. Her eyes were shut, but she could just barely hear a soft female voice, singing along to the sound of the crackling fire.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...”

Her mind seemed to flash, blinking out for a mere instant, before she saw herself sitting beside a lonely male. Rain poured from above, soaking the doberman’s silky fur. The man was crouched down, sad, grey eyes watching only a thick stone in the ground. All the doberman could feel was the immense sadness that he felt as he gently touched the stone, before tears slid down his cheeks and mixed with the rain. His own personal chorus of pain and misery.

“You make me happy, when skies are grey...”

No... 

Now, the hound found herself with a collar around her throat, and a man in a suit holding onto her leash. The sad man from before merely looked down at her, a look in his eyes showing nothing but hurt. The doberman could feel only betrayal as the man in the suit dragged her away, and ears back as she yelped and whined for her once master to come back for her. That’s when she felt her heart break for the first time.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you...”

Candid slowly lowered her head onto her paws, her glassy eyes focusing on nothing. Those were some of the memories she had never before remembered, and had never hoped to remember. Funny, how that happens... I guess that’s my parting gift, huh?

Slowly, she shut her eyes, and allowed herself to go limp. The soft breeze of air circulated around her, until she could hear and feel nothing. Soon, her body finally shut down completely, and she could only greet the darkness with an open mind.

“Please don’t take, my sunshine away...”

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OOC: So I'm a zombie.

[infectedcandid]

An almost bitter, grim chuckle escaped from her mouth. "Well... We're not all as brainless as we seem." Sighing, the hound slowly sat up, stretching her stiff body for some relief. She hated sitting still for this very reason. "They don't like not having a voice against what was done to them."

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Slowly, the hound shook her head. None of that made sense to her, but perhaps it was all because she experienced the events first hand. "But don't any of you realize what it does? It doesn't turns those with a conscience into monsters. It fills us with hate, and a wish to kill."

She paused before lowering her voice. "Not all of them kill just to kill, or for food. Some kill because their lives were taken from them, just as they vow to take from others."

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"Well, what you say does definitely sound... Well, amazing, for lack of a better word." She wasn't lying, there. The way he talked about it made everything seem so much bigger than she already knew, and she simply couldn't imagine just what could be out there.

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“That’s just a tip of the iceberg. Galaxies and planets in farthest corners of the universe. Alien life, all with their own colonies and civilizations. You’re not the only thing out there in the universe Candid.”