the[.cold.]of.winter

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Ah, winter. Jax had always thought of it as one of the most inspirational seasons possible, but there just wasn't anything very good coming to him today. Perhaps the frost and snow was starting to penetrate his not-exactly thick coat and freeze his brain. He didn't think that was it though. The way this tricolored border collie thought, he just needed a good target for his musings, some criticism, some reaction.

Sadly, there didn't appear to any other dogs around. If they were smart, they were all huddled up some place warm, not mindlessly wandering through the snow toward what was in all liklihood going to be a frozen-over lake. He sighed and looked up at the sky. It had been drizzling snow all day, and it left him looking more like a quad-colored border collie than a tri. He shook himself roughly, shivering a bit at the same time. This was no good. He couldn't sit around being mellow. There was a frozen lake not fifteen bounds away, and that was calling to his brighter side.

He grinned widely to himself and immediately felt his heart lift with a surge of energy that had him racing to the edge of the lake of ice. With a joyous war cry that could only be heard from this particularly gifted dog, he slid out onto the slippery surface - and nearly acquainted his jaws with the solid water.

"Woah, boy!" he said loudly, "Chill out!" He laughed at this horribly corny joke, and nearly lost his balance again. He swayed his tail slowly and made sure to keep his claws sheathed; it was easier to stay stationary with the pads of his paws lying flat on the ice. Once he was stabilized, he panted happily, a bit proud of himself, and started slowly gliding around, quickly getting a feel for the slippery surface.

"The cold and blank may at first seem dank, but with a shiver and a smile; your mood will cheer and I'll be here, to keep you company for a while!" He laughed raucously and skated happily about, the snow still falling lightly, his previously down mood entirely forgotten. It was wondrous what a simple smile and distraction could do. The Jakster wasn't usually in a bad mood - in fact, his defining trait was his ability to laugh and make others do the same. It wasn't in his nature to stay sad long, but we all have our moments.

Putting that aside, we return to our eccentric border collie, who has just managed to spin himself in a fast 360 that left him sliding slowly toward the bank again, a dazed but euphoric expression on his muzzle.

word count: 485
mood: positive. kinda dreading next week though.
muse: 6/10
notes: for Tactic, then open for whoever. :]

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[tactic]

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[atrb=background,http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr96/Rentally_Metarded/Faltermiddle.jpg] One two. Three four. Repeat. As Falter walked through the snow that was always cold, she could not help but count her steps. Winter brought on an air of beauty. And boredom. For lack of better words, Falter was beyond bored. She was going crazy. Not literally, of course. But hey, figuratively works, right? In this case it did. Falter walked along, enjoying (and at the same time, hating) the fact winter was her. The snow was always fun to pounce on, because it always flew up in little clouds of dust. Well, snow in this case. It would then gently rain down, landing on her. It was always fun, watching the snow turn her whiter than she already was. It seemed like such trivial fun. But that's what was the most fun; the child games. And today, she had another child game in mind. Another canine had romped right by her as she lay settled in the snow. He didn't even seem to notice her, which added to the plan. A sly grin crossed this gal's facade; she had an idea to implement. Her gaze followed him as he tore off towards the lake. He kept going, and she stared in dismay as he flew onto the lake, but giggled with relief when it didn't crack. He stood there, memorized by something, only god knows what. It was the best time. Stay there mongrel. I'm coming for you she whispered. She tore off at high speed, mimicking the border collie. With her being white, she was praying he didn't see her. She sped, faster and faster, racing towards the ice. Twenty feet. Ten, Three. Kowabungah! she screamed. She felt ice touch pad, then ice meet fur. She slipped. Now instead of skating toward the collie, she was sliding towards the collie. A grin was plastered on her face, and she giggled until she felt herself connect with another object. Hopefully it was him.

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Jax was enjoying the feeling of sliding gently along, the icy breeze making him blink and glad that his breath was so hot. It actually flew back in his face and was rather pleasant, despite the smell. He hadn't been able to chew on his typical spearmint - it wasn't in season - so he had the regular dogbreath smell.

He didn't have much time to dwell on that fact though; he found himself stationary on the ice as he stared with a wild grin on his face. There was another dog pelting toward him, and he could feel his excitement at company making his tail wag. More exciting, the dog was running fullspeed at the ice - now on the ice; it never struck him that he should move.

He took the collision full-force and head-on, yelping not with pain but with enthusiasm. The smell of female struck his nose and he grinned even wider as they slid entwined toward the center of the lake. He immediately knew what role he would take for this young lady, who appeared to be just as energized as himself.

"My lady!" he said, concern seeping from his words as he struggled to disentangle himself, "What is going on? Has someone or something frightened you?" He finally managed to pull himself away from her, and stood confidently on the ice, looking at her with solemn brown eyes that were capable of any emotion; but at the moment were swelling with fear for this female who had just come rushing into his paws.

"Please ma'am," he said, more softly and gently than before, "are you all right?" He was from North America - very north, in fact, Canadian - but the way he was speaking, you might think he was either from the Dark Ages or somewhere in Europe where the English accent is peppered with things like tea and old chap.

Of course, Jax was already enjoying his role. He had a big heart, and he liked playing to that effect. Perhaps the overreaction of concern would calm the female enough that he could be more whimsical and startle a laugh out of her - though it seemed like she was perfectly capable of giving her own laughs. That Kowabunga! still had Jakki wanting to chuckle and shake his head.

Ah, amateurs.

word count: 389
mood: ehh.. i have to pack soon. stupid trip.
muse: 6/10
notes: i can't seem to fall into jax's speech pattern eck.

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[atrb=background,http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr96/Rentally_Metarded/Faltermiddle.jpg] Collisions were always fun, if you hit them the right way. But this collision was more on the painful side; having a dog fall right on your face is really never pleasant. But he had the blunt end, since he got the head on collision instead of her. the whole time they were sliding across the ice, a mass bunch of tabled legs and fur, Falter could not help but let a series of loud giggles escape from between her lips. Winter really wasn't her weather, but this sure was fun. As the pair came to a slow stop, WIP