Pretty Damsel needs COMPANY (tagged!)

[Snow]

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[MENTAL]

The topic of humans could be quite a contrasting one indeed, especially to the kind-hearted mutt who got all sorts of treatment from the varied groups of people. Some were good to him, patting his head and giving him things to eat in sympathy for his demented leg, slightly shriveled and tucked in under his body. Some kept their distance in fear because of his muscular large size, larger than any dog of the breeds that contributed to his bloodline, something which was a bit of a mystery. His sister had often said his size was compensation for not being able to use one of his needed limbs. Though the muscularity of his body was due to constant movement and strain to be able to keep up with others and survive, there was no doubt that this dog was powerful despite his disability.

But there were others, humans with malicious souls who tormented the poor brute just because they thought he was weak. They'd kick him in misplaced anger, or push him around or shout cruel words at him. Those were the sorts of humans that he ignored or tried to avoid though one couldn't know the nature of a person until you got close to them and by then it was sometimes already too late. Which had been the case on this day. Some young men, who had most likely been drinking or done something of the sort, had decided to make it a game to see what they could do with the stray. Scooter had put up with it, being as submissive as he could be in the hopes they'd leave him be, but it hadn't worked in his favor and instead he had ended up being thrown into the water.

Scooter could defend himself without a doubt but he didn't have any reason to bite them, even if they were harsh in their behavior towards him. He had accepted their treatment but was grateful when they left him after he hit the water, bored with their game and heading off to look for something new to amuse themselves with. The dog's heavy body was pulled under the water from his sheer weight and for a moment his head went under but he kicked with his three working legs, treading water and pushing himself up so he could breathe while he slowly made his way to the edge with some difficulty, emerging out of the water onto some stones at the base of the man-made cliff, back legs pushing against the stone to try and get himself up while his one front paw clung to another rock and pulled. It took some effort to get his soaked self onto the rocks completely and then more effort to find a path to climb to the top but once he was there he sighed in relief, letting his head hang low for a moment as he tried to catch his breath so he could shake the water from his coat. He didn't notice anything around him, his eyes closing.

[Snow]

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[MENTAL]

His lungs were burning slightly due to him having swallowed and inhaled some of the salty water in his flailing but he had caught his breath again and his racing heart had calmed as his body returned to its normal functions but before he could shake the water dripping from his short golden tan coat a voice broke through his tiredness and thoughts, making him quickly open his eyes and raise his head to look at the slender dog in front of him in slight surprise. It wasn't like him to not notice someone approach, but then he guessed he might not have heard her because his ears were probably full of water too, another reason to shake himself. But he couldn't be rude and do that so close to the female in case he got her wet because of it.

"I'm alright, a swim never hurt anyone." He commented, his voice deep and filled with friendly warmth as he spoke, showing no ill feelings towards the humans or what they'd done to him. "Excuse me for a second." He spoke again but with a slightly apologetic tone to his voice this time before he turned and slowly made his way a short distance from her before he shook his body vigorously to rid any water from it. He was thinking how lucky he was that his coat was short and the water didn't stay on it too long, unlike when Artemis, his sister, got wet. With her long coat she seemed to take forever to dry out usually.

When he was done he turned and made his way back to the female, sitting down in front of her with his deformed paw still tucked to his body, he couldn't straighten it at all even though he had tried before. "I'm Scooter." He told her, remembering his manners and introducing himself. He was anything but a rude dog, he was too kind hearted and respectful to be mean or rude. A gentleman if that's what you want to call him. His dark brown eyes remained on her features while he waited patiently for her to introduce herself and choose whether or not to pursue some meaningless small talk or to leave and continue what she had been doing. Scooter didn't mind either way, he was used to others not wanting to be around him.

[Snow]

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