the sky is the L I M I T [o]

[ziva]

so crack a bottle,
let your body waddle!

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Closing her eyes, the female lay on the sidewalk. It was the middle of the day and for some reason, she already felt tired. It was a sick feeling, to her. There was one person that kept getting their dirty fingers in her head, to claw at her to get up. Closing her eyes as if she were in pain, the large female breathed deeply and quickly. Get up you scrawny mongrel! I didn't train you to sit around! There are those that need to be crucified, to be slaughtered, and who is going to do that job? You are. Get the hell up before I bust you up... the voice faded and vanished but those were the only words she had to hear in order for her to get up. Taking in a deep breath, she pulled herself and her thoughts together before flexing her muscles and standing.

There was never a time in life when she could just lay down and relax. Whether it was this voice that lingered in her head from her trainer, or herself, the pit bull could never close her eyes to sleep. If lucky, she got half an hour to sleep. Other days, maybe more. She takes small naps throughout the day - and she would never place her guard down. Especially around here, in a new place where she knew no one. Sighing heavily, the female simply stood there and looked at the road. So quiet... too quiet. What was going on? Blinking, her bald face lifted up and was soon risen to the gods. The clouds were large and white, flowing gently throughout the wide sky. The sky was the limit to anything she wanted to do in life. She could do anything; nobody could stop her and nobody would stop her. The sky was the limit, right?

Shaking her body and ridding the little bit of dirt that collected upon her fine pelt, she pushed herself forward. A light jog should do it, to raise her energy level. Letting her tongue roll out, she panted lightly as she worked along the streets. Her nails were sharpening with the brisk contact of the concrete and the nails itself. Uniquely marked female raised her tail, high, to show she was not hesitant. Flicking her ear to the side, she turned a curb and ran passed the fence. Here it was, a good place for her to get some rest and maybe play around. And no, she didn't mean play like what a puppy could do. Maybe she could run into someone here. This bitch was young, yes, but already knew a lot, experienced a lot, and matured... a lot. Smiling at her own thoughts, she female sat down in one of the cars that was beat up and closed her eyes without letting her guard down.

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[razi]

[glow=black,2,300] .when you walk away. [/glow] Razi's pillars carried her body over the cement sidewalk, her pearly coat shining brilliantly in the sunlight. Her mouth hung slightly open in the effort of the long walk she'd just taken. She's trekked through the hundreds of old, peelings buildings and towering sky-scrappers. Such hideous buildings the humans had built. She wished she could leave them all behind and forget their cruelty. The fae continued Scaling the junk yard fence as her slender body bobbed up and down in the air with her steady pace. The scents of the junk yard wafting through the fences. [glow=black,2,300] .you don't hear me say. [/glow] As she reached the gate to the junk yard she stopped and hesitated. When she'd been with her owners they had been very careful to avoid places such as the junk yard. She sighed and figured she might as well see if there was anything to eat here. She turned on her pads and trotted through the gates. The scent of the junk yard hit and she cringed. How many rodents had died here? She hauled her skinny body up onto and old car that had nearly rusted through. She peered up to be blue sky, stretching over her. [glow=black,2,300] .please, oh baby, don't go. [/glow] Why was the sky blue? Why wasn't it red or purple or green? She stood and though about this. Green would make the sky seem sick. Purple would simply look strange all the time. And hey, they got purple in the sunset. Red? Yes. Red would be wonderful. Such an innocently brutal color. Indicating rage and murder. Yet at the same it was the color of your blood, pumping so innocently through one's veins. Red was also in the sun rise though. Oh well. It seemed that the sky would have to remain blue for the time being. She was fine with that.