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Post by MENTAL on Sept 6, 2009 1:25:44 GMT -5
SCOOTER
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
The sun had only come up an hour or so ago, banishing the dark night to a further off place so that day could resume after ending hours and hours ago. It wouldn't be long before the space around me would start to fill with noisy, busy humans, all milling together around things they find interesting. All wanting to see what everyone else sees, all wanting to do what everyone else was doing. Sometimes I find it hard to see any individuality among them all. Sure, there are different styles of dressing, different ways that they might act. But no true differences, somehow they are still all more alike than they realize. It's the same among us dogs, we're all different but all the same. We can be divided into two very distinct groups however.. Those that are stray and those with loving homes and people who take care of us. Never in this lifetime will the two be equal.
My short pale golden coat, nearly white, is stretched out over each and every one of my ribs. Even my spine is starting to show clearly along the center of my back, like the spikes that some of those old dinosaurs had. I've seen pictures of them and some of them could easily resemble a stray dog in some ways. Except that they are never skinny enough. The mass of my body is mostly made up of muscle, bone and loose skin in places too. There's almost no amount of meat on me, absolutely no fat. I never get enough to eat to build up a store of fat under my skin before it all gets worked off again. The cold is taking its toll too, making me shiver almost permanently, making me lose even more body weight. The threat of death by either starvation or freezing is imminent. I can't ignore that fact.
I'm just standing on the cold cement, just watching the world while it passes by slowly. My deformed paw is pulled close to my body underneath me, so I can keep it off the harsh earth. The cold causes it to throb dully, making me be in constant pain. Its not always though, only during the night and early morning when the days are at their coldest. My big size gave me a slightly threatening appearance despite my disability. It helps when it comes to having to fight or just warn someone. Survival is desperately hard with a disadvantage this big. But I don't dwell on the bad things in my life. I try to keep up with the good, to keep myself in good spirits or my will to live will fade down to nothing and I'll just end up letting myself die. I don't want that to happen, I don't want to cause my family the grief despite them all having abandoned me in a matter of speaking.
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
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Post by nucks on Sept 6, 2009 14:50:01 GMT -5
 Bezdomny watched the morning sun rise, shrilly calling. In his wayward mind, through his dazzled eyes, Bezdomny saw that the rays were not from the sun, but summoned by the earth and sun, confused to who they should kiss and meet. And in that uncertainty was when they glowed the world all in placid flame—a wash of fire all over everyone, sitting and watching and living and dreaming the entire world in awe… Everything that Bezdomny saw rang with the same note of glory. Though he knew and remembered every step he had taken, he still breathed every sight with newborn eyes.
His black mask set his face so that his expression was boldly dark, so that each expression was shown through and not hid in a myriad of colors. His emotion drew upon his face, innocently marked, halfway angelic and halfway empty. And he moved without a thought in his mind. His steps were precise, but so mechanical that they looked out of place. His posture was perfect, but the dreamer’s look on his face gave him a look of mental deficiency.
The sun soon took his merry throne in the heavens, shining down upon the dog, who peered gracefully skyward. Soon, he slowly lowered his gaze so that it was level with the ground.
“Ecket…” he softly murmured, calling for his friend. Bezdomny always called for Ecket, but now, he whispered it, because he knew the fact was clear. That in the event that Ecket was waiting, the dog would call for Bezdomny as soon as the Malinois’ scent touched upon his nose.
And such and thus, a scent all at once tickled into Bezdomny’s nostrils, wafting faint tendrils of a stranger as well as the smell of weakness. He could not detect the gender of the dog in the scent, and so he followed it, thinking that perhaps… this ambiguous odor… might belong to the friend he had never yet met. He wove through a few buildings, the cement clicking beneath his worn claws.
“There goes! He goes! Are you he?” Bezdomny jumped forth, rushing as he saw the dog’s figure. “No!” he wailed in anguish before regaining himself. “Heck, no!” He stomped the ground with his forepaw, hurting himself more than anything as he took the entire figure in front of him. It was a thin, but rather large dog. The Malinois gave a thunderous eye before it doped back down to the gaze of stupidity yet again. The leg. Imperfect! Bezdomny smiled, “Lovely, lovely! Broken, and all the same. Broken? Do you wish to know? I almost mistooken you for my best and great friend, Ecket. Laugh from it! Laugh now! Ha. Ha. Ha.” Bezdomny bobbed his head at each ‘ha’. While the look in his eye was that wavering look between stupidity and insanity, there was an evident tinge of his good nature in there.
Somewhere.
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