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Post by MENTAL on Feb 10, 2010 18:02:05 GMT -5
Black paws tread upon the black asphalt with the lightest of touches as the white and grey hued mutt traveled down the middle of the street, his tail draped in long hair waving as though nothing was wrong, his skin not even twitching as cars passed closely by him, the air brushing against his fur violently as they drove past without too much of a care as to whether they hit him or not, their horns blaring to try and make him get out of the way. But the mutt stared blindly ahead of him with his charcoal blue eyes with the uncaring confidence of one who wishes to be dead.Though he already looked like the living dead, with his body so thin each of his bones were visible underneath his short coat though his muscled body made him look a little more filled out than he actually was as each muscled moved and flexed while he continued to walk along the center line of the road that felt hot against the pads of his paws.
Godforsaken cars, can't they just shut up for one second. How the hell am I supposed to hear where I'm going with them polluting the air with their inconsiderably noises. I think they're trying to threaten me.. Yeah, like they'll actually hit me. No one wants to be stuck with the guilt of hitting and killing a stray dog, either that or they don't want to get their cars dirty. Now.. Where the fuck am I anyway?
The scruffy dog stopped walking, standing for a moment before he lowered his butt to the ground and just sat there with his head cocked to the side in inquisitive curiosity of the world around him. A smirk rested on his face, his eyes staring blankly ahead and his tail now still as it lay on the ground behind him while he listened to the sounds that surrounded him, ignoring the sounds of the cars.
What filled his ears was the pleasant hum of the earth, the quiet reassurance of life that he could feel reverberating through the earth underneath him.
Ahh.. the sweet sweet sounds of serenity. I wonder, do the humans every realize that they're all just slaves to nature instead of high and mighty like they think they are...
Mental pretty much dozed off as he sat there, not noticing anything around him while he let his mind wander through each little cave it wanted to explore even the smallest of crevices within his mind, all filled with unexplainable little beauties of insanity. A world was being created around him, a different scene from the one of reality, one where odd and unique creatures roamed about him and fought amongst themselves over silly little issues that could be solved in much easier ways. It just made his smirk become bigger as it continued to rest on his face, his eyes having a sinister look in them.
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Post by roxy on Feb 10, 2010 22:45:52 GMT -5
The horns blared as cars swirved past. Cars... There were too many cars out, filling the air with pollution and what not. Even though the loud, obnoxious car and truck horns filled the daytime air, the click, click, clicking of claws could faintly be heard on the sidewalk. A medium-sized, about, male Carpathian Sheepdog, a.k.a Carpathian Shepherd Dog, was trotting, his long pink and black toung lolling out, on the cement sidewalk. His longish, fluffy, but not Pomeranian fluffy, coat colors consist of a tan sandy base, dark brown on top, and white here and there. His eyes were dark brown, and they seemed to be locked on something. What was it? It was a small house cat that had strayed away from home. It was sunning itself on a nearby bench, one paw hanging off of the wood. The brute started to pick up speed, his trotting turning into a gallop. He looked sort of like a horse in a race. Funny, comparing a dog to a horse. Anyways. The cat, hearing his thumping paws that were actually barely hitting the ground (it was his claws clicking that woke up the cat), shot up from the bench to a nearby fence.
Crap. Not again. The brute grumbled inwardly. He slowed his pace until he was completely stopped. His ears pricked upon hearing more cars honk their dreaded horns. The sheepdog turned his head only ninety degrees to see what the matter was. It was a small mutt, going across the road. After a few moments of watching the mutt start to doze off, the brute trotted over the road, his tail carried high. "Hello." He greeted and chirped once he finally got passed the billions of cars. "Eh, hello?" He said again when he realized that the mutt was lost in another world. The tan sheepdog lowered his head a bit, basicly sticking it infront of the mutt's face, waiting for a reaction.
ooc: hope you don't mind Sacrifice and I intruding. :3 also, this post fails... -has to go to bed-
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Post by MENTAL on Feb 11, 2010 1:08:04 GMT -5
What the hell? Since when do cars talk? I think I'm seriously missing something here, and I'm supposed to be a smart dog. Must be some sort of dog trying to talk to me.. Sigh.. I thought sitting in the middle of the road would keep my safe from these petty little confrontations. Interaction isn't exactly a favorite pastime of mine.
Mental's mind seemed to return to the present state of reality, his eyes becoming curious though slightly distant still. His head straightened and he seemed to stare straight at the dog in front of him for the moment before he stood and shook himself as if to rid himself of the annoyances of the cars still blaring their horns at him and now the other dog as well for being in the road. He was bigger than one would expect, not so much n mass as in height though, when he sat he was quite slumped which made him appear smaller though when he stood up he was almost at the height of a larger medium sized dog. "Hello? You're not even going to ask why I'm sitting in the middle of the road?" His tone was a little disappointed although amused as his smirk became thoughtful. He had stepped back from the other dog to create some distance as well though not too much, he didn't want to seem scared of him.
Maybe this could be fun, maybe it's time for me to get a bit of a friend.. Well, not like I could be much of a friend anyway but I'm sure I could manage to stalk him at least. That's not being antisocial is it? Sounds more fun to me anyways. He seems like a calm kind of dog, not one that's about to try and eat me or something. Hmm.. disappointing, that could've been rather fun.
"I think maybe we should get out of the road." He commented calmly before he turned and started to trot to the sidewalk, not even checking for cars or flinching as an oncoming vehicle slammed on its brakes and slid to a stop a few mere inches away from him, slightly sideways with smoke coming from its tires. The mutt just made an annoyed scoff and turned his head towards the yelling driver before he reached the side of the road and moved to sit down again on the cemented surface, his ears searching for the other dog while he kept his eyes turned towards the traffic as if observing it. His posture was completely calm and relaxed, he was a picture of comfort and composure while he just patiently waited.
Stupid fucking cars thinking they own the road. God... They should give dogs right of way, have a lot less traffic accidents if that were the case and it'd be a lot easier to walk from one place to the other without being deafened by their noisy complaints and angry yells when they have to slam on the brakes because they were clearly driving too fast. Dumb humans. |
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Post by || Kestrel || on Feb 12, 2010 9:51:03 GMT -5
Chocolate brown optics had been watching the two males from the safety of a shadowed alley. Many curious thoughts had crossed the mind of this canine, for example: who were they? why where they sitting in the middle of a road??
Stepping out of the shadows and onto the pavement, the sleek greyhound body of the female with her red fawn pelt, stood out against the black and grey backdrop of the alley behind her.
With her half pricked ears lifting forwards with interest, she pads along the sidewalk, her gait long and smooth, within a few long, elegant strides, she brings herself level with the dogs in the road, but remains on the sidewalk.
Sitting back on her haunches, with her long whip like tail curled around her, her chocolate orbs sweep over the males, then she watches the cars with interest, acting like she never saw them.
After a few minutes of traffic watching, she lifts one of her long, slender legs, running her salmon pink tongue across her paw, cleaning it... even though it was a brilliant clean white anyways...
(OOC: sorry its short, its kinda weird getting used to proboards again XD) |
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