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Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 19, 2006 15:13:41 GMT -5
A fast wind blew across the lands and all seemed silent, nothing was yet to be heard but the beating of the large lab mixes heart, and he breathed steadily. He used his large paws to carry him swiftly across the cold night side pavement, waring away his long, and sharp nails. He moaned.
Hunger pangs reached him about an hour ago, and he had been lingering along since then, sniffing out possible food, but failing to find anything to his liking. A low growl emmitted his throat as he had thought he had heard something behind him. Turning in hopes to see another, he sighed as he saw a measly brown leaf scattering across the street.
After wandering for about a quarter of the hour, he came upon an old junkyard, that seemed to be deserted. Finding it quite amusing, the dog pandering in easly getting through the gates, by simply pawing around at the lock. As he wandered in he noticed some good sized scraps of meat, as well as some quite comfy places to sleep. He made his way to a nearby garbage can, dgging his way in and out of it , finding much food.
Finnally curing the pain once found in his stomach, the dog sighed in satisfactory and relief. The moon shone high above him, alhthough the stars were barley visible because of the bright city lights that were upon the town. He sighed, almost wishing for company, almost. As he let his haunches rest he thought I wonder if theres anything fun to do around this dump...
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 19, 2006 15:32:23 GMT -5
The full moon was shining high in the sky, alighting on the black fur of Balthazar. It turned his pelt silver-gray, but it was not as bright as his eyes, which glowed like icy blue coals in the darkness. A soft breeze blew, rustling the fur on his back, and stirring up some sand in a corner. The sand dropped on his dark black nose, and he sneezed.
Shaking his head, Balthazar padded forward on his broad black paws, his head low to the ground, trying to sniff out a food scent. It had been a long time since he had eaten, and the hunger was clawing at his belly. His tail swished from side to side hopefully as his nose met some paper, but it was only an old flyer, not a food wrapper. He sighed, then continued on, breathing in the night scents deeply.
The black and white dog followed a strong scent and found himself at a tall fence. He pressed his nose against the chain link, trying to sniff inside. Yes, the interesting smell was coming from in there. Along with other things, there seemed to be some food. Trotting along the fence, he spied a hole near the bottom. It wasn't big enough for him, but if he dug a little farther... Balthazar reached out a fore paw and scratched at the dusty earth. It seemed easy enough to dig at, so he continued with vigor until he could easily squeeze through the gap.
Once inside, the dog found himself roaming a world of broken chairs, smashed televisions, and chewed up couches. Following what seemed to be a food scent(though it was hard to tell through all of this mess), Balthazar scratched at a sort of big cylinder tin thing that was tossed over on its side. Humans often left perfectly good food in here, never to eat it. They did seem to get quite angry when a dog stole it, though. He took a quick look around and breathed in. The human scent was old. They wouldn't be here tonight.
Sifting through with his nose, Balthazar suddenly caught sight of another dog. He raised his head and stared. A great black creature. Yes, that was why he hadn't seen it- it'd bended in with the night. Inclining his head and flicking his tail in a quick and polite greeting, Balthazar resumed his food search.
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Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 19, 2006 15:52:19 GMT -5
The dog emmitted a low growl, noticing another, and not knowing whom it was. "Hello.." he snarled not quite facing the black dog that seemd to be husky, malamute, or maybe a mix such as himself. He didnt turn to the dog right away, but licked his paws still tasting the meat in his mouth.. "That was scrumpcious.." he laughed in delight as he now turned.
"Hello again, what is your dubbance?" he said wuth a curitiosity such as a puppy, and a close watch on the shaggy dog. He seemed to be hungry, as Bailey had been before. "There is some good food over there." he said pointing his snout in the direction of a gaarbage can the dog had not yet reached.
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 19, 2006 16:02:41 GMT -5
Balthazar turned, a bit surprised at the friendly welcome this dog was giving him. Most he met either ignored him completely, or snarled and barked annoyingly for a fight. This one actually asked for his name. How strange. Backing out of the can he was poking through, he murmured, "Balthazar." His voice was low, and though he didn't speak very loudly, his words carried far.
"There is some good food over there," the dog said. Pricking his ears, Balthazar looked over to where he pointed. He breathed in deeply through his nose. Yes, there did seem to be a food scent there, under all the mess. He trotted forward a few steps, then thought he should probably remember his manners. After all, this dog was actually being kind. Most would either make him find the food for himself, or chase him away.
"Thank you," he said over his shoulder, before padding forward again, broad paws stirring up puffs of dust from the ground. Pawing through the metal cylinder, he found that there was indeed food. Not the best food, maybe, but definetely better than old candy wrappers. Clutching some cardboard in his teeth, Balthazar dragged out a smelly pizza box into the open. It was half eaten, but what remained was perfectly fine. Oh, yes. Way better than old candy wrappers. As Balthazar began to eat, his posture was not a threatening one. If the other dog came over to feed as well, he would not be chased away.
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Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 19, 2006 18:16:48 GMT -5
The dog smiled. He had always wanted to have a friend, although he never had one. He had seen guy dogs hanging `round, being friends, best buds, but he never had one. Actually he never had a friend really, now that he thought about it. He growled to himself at the thought. Was he ugly? Was he dumb? Scary? He shook the thought from his head then looked to the dog who seemed to have found a pizza, or at least half of one, and was enjoying it.
He would have joined him, but he was full now, and the dog was obviously starved. He smiled, for once, he had doone something good. He walked over to him but let him eat, "Hey, enjoying?" he smiled as he asked him. a smile appeared on his maw as he sat `pon his haunches.
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Post by jetstream on Apr 19, 2006 20:58:42 GMT -5
Jet peered around at the abandoned park, watching as the wind rushed through the tall grass. His soft brown eyes fixed on the rusting play equiptment, and he felt a pang of regret searing through him. A deep pain of sorrow. And he remembered. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sky was a vibrant blue, not a cloud in the sky. The grass met with the sky, contrasting with its emerald green, the air cool, the sun warm. All was well. The girl was there. So was the boy. The two were laughing, and smiling. They walked down the old dirt rode, joking and pushing each other. I tagged along, happily watching and wagging my tail. I was there to supervise. To keep them safe. All was well. The park was not busy. A few kids whom I didn't know. The boy and the girl ignored the others, and played on the swing. I hid in the shelter of the bushes. Watching. All was well. I must have fallen asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I could sence tension in the air. I could sence fear. The boy and the girl...where were they? Wildly I looked around for them, and spotted them surrounded by the other human young ones I had seen earlier. Something was wrong. They were laughing, and taunting my freinds. The ones I protected. They were shoving and poking my freinds. the ones I protect. I felt a growl come from deep in my throat. I lunged. Barking and growling I sent the kids scattering. The boy and the girl were shouting at me. They wanted me to go home. That hurt. I wanted only to help. I felt a searing pain in my side as a kid chucked a rock at me. That hurt too. I let out a yowl as another kid ran at me with a stick. They beat on me instead of the kids. Then all was black. I awoke at home. I lay by the fire. The warmth seeped through my body. I wondered where I was. what had happened? Then it all rushed back. The kids. The taunting. The beating. The stick. The pain. The boy, the girl, where were they? I tried to rise but pain kept my lying down. I let out a small yelp of pain, and instantly there they were. The boy. The girl. They stroked me, they cooed over me. The looked after me. All was well. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jet lay down in the grass and stared up at the blue of the sky. He missed the boy. He missed the girl. Life held its sorrows, he had learned so much, yet, there was still hope in this world. This cruel world. Though he had little trust left for humans, he knew that not all were bad. Not all. With a sigh, Jet surveyed the old park. Here, children no longer played. Here, all was empty. All was lost.
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 19, 2006 21:06:03 GMT -5
Balthazar chomped away at the pizza quickly, finishing it too soon. He would have liked more, but this was certainly enough for now. His head rose and he liked his chops, savoring every last bit of flavor as it entered his mouth. He'd have to hang around here more often, he decided.
"Hey, enjoying?" The other dog spoke. Balthazar turned and eyes him. Still friendly. Huh. He wanted to be social. Again, a bit strange. The two attitudes of street dogs were usually either "Mate with me," or "Get the hell off my turf!" This one wanted to be social. The black and white dog flicked his ears in agreement to his question.
"What do they call you?" he asked in his low voice. Then, he caught another scent. Dog. Male. Big, probably. Carefully, he got to his paws. But the scent was a little ways away, and blocked by the garbage hills. It wouldn't be a problem yet. He relaxed again, and sat down, waiting for an answer.
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Post by jetstream on Apr 20, 2006 6:14:04 GMT -5
Jet sat quietly on an old stump, one of his favorite places to be. The mutt tilted his head watching the dogs with interest. Apparently he hadn't been spotted yet. With a yawn, he leapt from his perch and started forward. The closer he got the more he could make out their features. One, a large malamute, the other a mutt, like himself. He barked a greeting as he trotted over to the males.
"Hello..." Jet trailed off, not used to talking to males that much. He spotted a scrumptious looking rabbit over to the side, and he sprang after it. Muscles rippled under his shiny tan and black pelt. Muscular paws pumped up and down, forward and back. Oh how he loved a good chase.
Ramming into it, he snapped it up into his jaws. Blood pored down the MUSCULAR dog's throat. Satisfied, he licked his lips at a job well done. He grinned to himself. This stupid dog thought he meant no harm. This stupid dog underestimated him. Scrawny? Don't make me laugh. The dog thought. If he wanted to, he could attack and kill him in the blink of an eye.
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 20, 2006 8:31:42 GMT -5
Balthazar pricked his ears and raised his head. Another dog had padded up to them. Another great, dark creature, tail hanging in a way that suggested friendship. "Hello," the dog said. His voice was friendly, but guarded. Balthazar dipped his head in a polite greeting. This dog was safe. He couldn't smell any hostility. Satisfied with his meal, he then folded his legs and settled down in the dust, comfortably sleepy after the pizza. Resting on his belly, he licked his paws to clean them, ears erect in a slightly wary posture. Had he been with others he knew and trusted, he would be completely relaxed. He had just met this dog, however, and this left him wary. At the first sign of danger, he would be up in an instant, teeth bared and ears laid back.
With some suddenness, a rabbit scent filled his nose. Looking up again, he saw the scrawny brown creature bounding away, its legs pounded so fast they blurred. The new dog was on it in a heartbeat, flying on the creature's tail. Belly too full for him to care to give chase, Balthazar resumed licking his paws. He then rested his head, watching dissapear into the junkyard with mild interest through deep blue eyes.
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Post by Storm on Apr 20, 2006 9:51:23 GMT -5
(Jetstream, you have been under the minimum enough now. You have a 50% warning metre.
I'll let you off, Bloodthirsty, but you must modify that post back there.
Carry on. :3) [/center]
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Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 20, 2006 15:17:45 GMT -5
Now this dog, Bailey had mixed feelings about and wasn’t going to start a fight, but also didnt feel like being friends. Even if the dog attacked, it was two big dogs against one big dog; he didn’t have much a chance. Just to state another point in his mind, Bailey noted he had no reason to attack, for he didn’t own this land, nor any of its surroundings. The dog growled to himself as he walked from Balthazar to the new dog.
"Hello, what do you need here?" he asked in a curiously suspicious tone. The dog had killed a rabbit, for food, when there was tons of it that was either already dead, or was a nonliving object here. He had done it for pure enjoyment of the blood, and Bailey had overcome his killing streak long ago, and disapproved of it now. “Are you trying to prove a point?" he continued, "Because I am not afraid or pleased by a dog who kills living creatures for enjoyment." he had made his point and resided, awaiting a reply.
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Post by Balthazar on Apr 21, 2006 7:53:35 GMT -5
Interested, Balthazar lifted his head to watch. The first dog he had met was poised in a threatening position, shoulders hunched slightly and ears twisted back as he approached the dog with the rabbit. Balthazar pricked his ears. If this turned into a fight, he didn't really want to be in the middle of it. It was probably best that he be on his way soon. That thought was reaffirmed when he heard the first dog's words. First, they had been a greeting-- perhaps not too friendly, but a greeting all the same. Now, however, they seemed to be a outright challenge.
"Are you trying to prove a point?" the dark dog asked. "Because I am not afraid or pleased by a dog who kills living things for enjoyment." He stood, waiting for a reply. Balthazar doubted this could end well. His hackles raised slightly, he poised himself to get out if they started to fight. He would rather not get dragged into, for her didn't know either of them well enough to be on a side. The only reason he didn't move right away was that he was curious. Ears pricked, he watched the proceedings with interest.
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Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 23, 2006 15:54:15 GMT -5
-taps fingers on desk- I am waaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiitnnggggggggggggggggggg!
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Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 30, 2006 21:38:21 GMT -5
Okay i have been grouned for a week,(By the ways sorry ^^) and still jetstream has yet to relpy to this. As far as I am concerned there should be SOME punishment for completley abondoning a topic for more than a week...
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Post by Balthazar on May 1, 2006 5:41:24 GMT -5
(( I think we should assume that he it's going to come back... I'll alter my post to assume he wasn't there at all. ))
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