Post by Panic.Rose on Mar 11, 2010 16:42:54 GMT -5
"Think sleepy thoughts. Very sleepy thoughts and then maybe you'll get to that happy little land they call Sleep."
The corgi-mix rolled over onto his side, groggily lifting his head to see if his younger friend was all right. He was put at ease by the fact tha she had found sleep easily, though he was made jealous by the same fact. Not a thing could change it now, so why sit around and mope? He raised himself up on his slightly stubby legs and eased forward, paws htting the cold, damp stone. A wafting sliver of fresh air teased him, his mind telling his paws to move it, move it, move it. what a tease the world could be, always pulling you in to push you away.
But not today. Oh no, not today. He'd take that teaser trailer of a breeze and follow it wherever it led him. Yes, he'd probably stray far from the cave but Panic could sleep for days if left unattended, so Dean had no need to worry for her. He wouldn't be gone too long. There was nothing in the world that could steal him from her.
Or maybe their was.
He'd been warned long ago that any mind could be changed if the reight events were pur into place. She was, in fact, old enough to take care of herself. She only needed him to keep her out of trouble and he only stayed because her damaged mind would shatter and send her over the edge if he wasn't there. Whatever came his way, he wouldn't let his paternal feelings for the young collie sway. If any dog wanted him, she would have to come too.
Ah, a bachelor with baggage. Not many females liked the idea that their special somone has another dog on his mind, especially another female. Ah, but his mind was rambling, running away on a whim, with no hope and no prayer to guide it. The corgi-mix broke out into what one would call a solid run, leaping over a fallen log before settling down to a swift walk. Untamed wilderness surrounded him and he looked to either side.
The smells of prey were masked only by the scents of moits wood and plants. But he could still smeel something, a faint hint of lower life hidden in the ferns. He leapt at it, and surprisingly found a wriggly squirrel trapped between his heavy paws. A rather fat squirrel, preparing for food stores it would never find.
Tired of digging in trash bins for a meal, he killed it, even if it was a messy job. Carrying the limp form in his tri-colored jaws, he jumped up onto a large, flat rock and settled down to eat his prize. He would surely try and catch something for his companion on the way back, but seeing as this was the time of year prey-animals started retreating away for the on-coming winter, the chance of her recieving anything more than a morsel of a mouse was slim. Slim to none, in fact.
Hunger sated, Dean cleaned himself off and the rock he lay on, quickly disposing of what remained of the fat, old squirrel. He now lay on the rock, in a position quite resembling the Great Sphinx, or a regal lion. Now all he had to do was wait.
But Wait for what?
The corgi-mix rolled over onto his side, groggily lifting his head to see if his younger friend was all right. He was put at ease by the fact tha she had found sleep easily, though he was made jealous by the same fact. Not a thing could change it now, so why sit around and mope? He raised himself up on his slightly stubby legs and eased forward, paws htting the cold, damp stone. A wafting sliver of fresh air teased him, his mind telling his paws to move it, move it, move it. what a tease the world could be, always pulling you in to push you away.
But not today. Oh no, not today. He'd take that teaser trailer of a breeze and follow it wherever it led him. Yes, he'd probably stray far from the cave but Panic could sleep for days if left unattended, so Dean had no need to worry for her. He wouldn't be gone too long. There was nothing in the world that could steal him from her.
Or maybe their was.
He'd been warned long ago that any mind could be changed if the reight events were pur into place. She was, in fact, old enough to take care of herself. She only needed him to keep her out of trouble and he only stayed because her damaged mind would shatter and send her over the edge if he wasn't there. Whatever came his way, he wouldn't let his paternal feelings for the young collie sway. If any dog wanted him, she would have to come too.
Ah, a bachelor with baggage. Not many females liked the idea that their special somone has another dog on his mind, especially another female. Ah, but his mind was rambling, running away on a whim, with no hope and no prayer to guide it. The corgi-mix broke out into what one would call a solid run, leaping over a fallen log before settling down to a swift walk. Untamed wilderness surrounded him and he looked to either side.
The smells of prey were masked only by the scents of moits wood and plants. But he could still smeel something, a faint hint of lower life hidden in the ferns. He leapt at it, and surprisingly found a wriggly squirrel trapped between his heavy paws. A rather fat squirrel, preparing for food stores it would never find.
Tired of digging in trash bins for a meal, he killed it, even if it was a messy job. Carrying the limp form in his tri-colored jaws, he jumped up onto a large, flat rock and settled down to eat his prize. He would surely try and catch something for his companion on the way back, but seeing as this was the time of year prey-animals started retreating away for the on-coming winter, the chance of her recieving anything more than a morsel of a mouse was slim. Slim to none, in fact.
Hunger sated, Dean cleaned himself off and the rock he lay on, quickly disposing of what remained of the fat, old squirrel. He now lay on the rock, in a position quite resembling the Great Sphinx, or a regal lion. Now all he had to do was wait.
But Wait for what?
