my new home . open .

[skop]

baby, baby.
come on,
what's wrong?

She was so bored, and lonely. Don't forge the lonely. She hadn't made a real friend or companion in like . . Three months. Plenty of dogs had had conversations with her, but they never really stuck around. Maybe for a couple nights. Most didn't seem to crave the companionship that she did. But she had been raised in a good family. She had always had Nena to play with. Mama and Daddy had always been around. And even when none of them were around, that nice girl dog took her in. But for the entire time they were together, she never figured out that fae's name. She had asked many times, but never gotten an answer. Just a "Call me Dog, kid." So that was all she ever knew her as. She was never all that kind. She was always distant, making Skop figure things out for herself. Skop sat down on the peer, a distant look appeared in her eyes as she drifted into a memory.

'She was so cold, it was absolutely freezing. And she had had a hard day. Dog had kept her walking from sun up to sun down. They hadn't taken a break at all. No matter how much Skop complained. Dog even smacked her once. But she wasn't really complaining. She was thankful that Dog had taken her in, taught her how to get food, and now she was making her a bed! When Dog laid down, Skop followed, snuggling up to her. Only to be bitten on the shoulder quite hard. She jumped up, howling, but more in surprise than pain. "Make your own damn bed, weren't you watching me?" Skop shook her head sadly, "Well you will next time, won't you?" Skop learned her lesson that night. She had to do for herself.

She smiled a bit as she reminisced on Dog. She had grown quite attached to her. She was devastated when Dog told her it was time to part ways. She didn't show it though, she merely nodded and watched as the huge she-dog disappeared from view.

Skop stood up, and shook her fur out a bit. She had came here at least three times today. This was where she would stay. She had found an old blanket, and she had shelter under this bridge thing. Not to mention she could play in the water all she wanted to. Skop loved to swim. She stood up and started to run for the water, but she skidded to a stop and looked around. She could smell another, but she couldn't locate them.

"Who's there?"

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it's a radiation vibe
i'm grooving on.

[»Mocha«]

» To be lost in the mind is a wondrous thing, it can be serene or it can be dangerous. Of course that's not to say that being lost in thought is bad, but to say it is good would also be wrong in an odd sense. It's like... being a mouse in an endless maze, there are two outcomes. Sometimes the mouses reaches the cheese and finds what it was looking for, or whoever overlooks the experiment will take the mouse out eventually.

» The concepts are similar, but they are also different. If one were to be hidden in the depths of their mind, that said being would be wrapped up in a case of memories and thoughts, sometimes good sometimes bad. Even so, it's comforting. It's like the whole world has drifted away, floating on a wispy cloud. In few of the scenic places of the world now a days, you can get lost in these said memories. It's a serene feeling, the way those comforting memories wash away all your worries.

» But through all this, there is also a bad touch to the idea. The concept is like one bad apple ruining the rest of the bunch, one bad memory ruins the rest, a sinking feeling of depression. In this case, it's that sinking feeling that leaves you stranded in your memories unless something were to break you from those thoughts. See, that's the thing. It's not the thoughts though, it's the idea of being broken out of them. How could those thoughts be good if it leaves you oblivious to the rest of the world? It was this though that shocked Bone out of his mindless revere.

» His head shot up from its lazy position on his splayed out paws. His neck fur was stiff, slightly damp, but not exactly standing on its ends or clumped together, surprise rather than fear rippling through his body. Bone lie still on the ground, ears erect, twitching ever so slightly at every beach sound. His milky brown eyes studied his surroundings yet again. The sun's bright rays shown through the sodden cracks of the broken wood of the boardwalk of which he lie under, white, grainy sand sticking to his fur like glue.

» Bone pushed himself off the ground, muscles tight, eyes in a spell of a hazy, clouded, sleepless nap. Stretching, the canine bowed down in a ripening stretch, jaw hanging in a relishing yawn. As soon as he brought himself back up, Bone rounded the pile of sturdy rocks, and around the corner in a lingering excitement-like trot with his head held a leveling friendliness. It was a lovely day! The sun was shining down on him, its rising warmth heating up his black splayed coat. The water shimmered, the rays casting off flashes of white from the shallow minnows, reflecting a show of colors like a northern aurora.

» Something had woken him up, yet, what was it? Bone happily gamboled parallel to the boardwalk, off the side and out of the way. The sun beat down on his back, in the middle of the day, only a few seconds in the sun and he found himself gawkily panting. Bone's tongue flopped out the side of his maw, his sharp canines glinting in the light of the rejuvenating day. Bone hesitantly slowed his paw steps to a slow walk as he meandered his way around the base of the boardwalk piers, head low as he sniffed his way around for whatever had called out to him.

c o u n t! six-zero-zero
p a w n! Bone
m u s e! three/ten
n o t e p a d! Well, it's decent.

[skop]

baby, baby.
come on,
what's wrong?

She stood there, ears perked, eyes alert. Why was she having so much trouble finding the thing that she had scented? It was never usually this hard for her. Skop had impeccable senses, even Dog had commented her on them. The wind blew around her, picking her fur up, and mussing it around. If she was a more feminine dog, she might care. However, she didn't. Skop didn't care at all what she looked like. Why should she? As dog had taught her, looks didn't matter, survival did. The wind blew once again, and this time it had a slight chill to it. She shivered a bit, though she wasn't really cold. Her thick fur kept her warm even in the middle of winter. She kept looking for what she was smelling, but the scent seemed to be everywhere. This had never happened to her before. She made a face, trying to figure it out. And as the wind blew again, her answer came to her. It was the wind. Now that she had solved the puzzle, it seemed all too easy, and she felt a bit air-headed. The wind was blowing the scent around everywhere and messing with her senses.

This had never really happened to her before, so she would have to figure out a remedy to it eventually. For now, though, she had spotted what she had been smelling all around her. A young dog, around her size, maybe a little larger. Skop wasn't the biggest dog in the world. She had gotten her mother's smaller genes, while Nena had gotten their father's larger ones. Still yet, she always managed to kick Nena's butt in a play fight. Nena was just too much of a baby. She found herself drifting away from the present again, missing her sister, wondering what had happened to her. Skop shook her head though, pulling herself from her reverie. She focused back in on the young male that approached her. He was brown and black, and he seemed very friendly. Coming to this conclusion caused a smile to spread across her features. Skop was so lonely, she just wanted a friend. Maybe he would be her friend. Maybe he would keep her company. She just hoped that if they did turn into friends, he wouldn't leave her. If he did, he did, she wouldn't allow herself to worry over it presently.

Skop wasn't one to dwell on the past. Maybe losing her whole family and then being abandoned by Dog should bother her, but it just didn't. Sure, it made her sad, but why should she let it effect her? Just because they did, doesn't mean everyone will. The way she looked at it was, it didn't kill her, so she could learn from it. She could learn to handle the pain of losing others, so that each time it happened it may hurt a little less. She wasn't quite sure if her assumption was correct, since it had hurt very badly every time she lost someone, but surely it got easier. And even if it didn't get easier, she didn't see how it could get harder. Why would it? She had loved them all, especially Nena. Oh, nothing could hurt worse than losing Nena. She had loved Nena more than anything in the world. If she could handle that, she knew she could handle anything. Easily. That night had probably been the hardest night of her life. Leaving her poor, weak, baby sister. But it was something that had to be done.

Skop just handled things differently than others. After losing their parents, Nena was ready to die. But Skop wasn't. Skop knew she would miss them all for the rest of her life, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a life. She just hoped that Nena realized that before it was too late and moved on. She nodded her head a bit, yes, surely that was what had happened. That's what she would tell herself anyway. Why think that something bad had happened when she could just as easily think something good had? She smiled a bit. Nena was just fine.

She jerked her head up and looked around. Crap, she had lost herself in thought again. Now . . Where was he?

it's a radiation vibe
i'm groovin' on.

[»Mocha«]

» As he found himself at the beginning of the boardwalk out over the beach, Bone stood their curiously, head uncertainly glancing around him for whatever had been his calling. He knew something had awoken him from his light slumber. His sight reached afar, past the beach onward toward the streets. The tall coastal skyscrapers towered over the canine as he gazed up at their massive figures, their shadows casting across the rumbling streets as cars zoomed down the road. The fowl stench reached his nostrils as he lowered his ears like a poisonous gas. In a way though, it was.

» Bone's milky eyes twinkled, shining playfully as he watched the urban horizon. His large triangular ears were perked and tilted forward, listening beyond the vibrations of the human machines. His breath was slightly gasping from the heat, oh how he wished he had stayed in the shade. Beautiful, wonderful, cool shade. So cool... Even so, as a puppy his curiosity had yet to die down, at its peak, he managed to find himself still standing at the beginning of the boardwalk.

» In the end, after teetering on the edge of his decision, Bone simply, but slowly sat back on his haunches, his fawn colored tail flat on the ground, splayed out behind him. For a moment in thought, he twisted his cranium around, senses open to the oceanic music behind him. Screaming gulls, rushing waves, silence. Maybe... it was nothing. Or maybe it was nothing at all. Let down, Bone quietly whined, hopes dying for adventure as he turned back around, scenery blurring past his vision.

» Wait! There! Quick as ever, Bone snapped his head back, head held high in alert. His muscles tensed lightly, though with the brush of fur on him, it might have simply looked like he sat taller. Males and their territory issues. Not Bone though, certainly not, he was just... worried is all. Yeah, worried. What he had spotted, he had immediately assumed it was that whom had called out. For who though? Uncertainly, before speaking, Bone figured she looked like the easy going type. Of course, that was only guessing.

» The canine's--female, fur was quiet like his own, a breed he had only encountered one or two times. He never found out though, never received an answer. Curse his darn age, if only he were older... yet, as his wet nose twitched lightly at her scent, blandly ignoring the machinery stench, Bone came to realize that this female really wasn't that much older than him. He wasn't exactly positive, couldn't pin point it, but he knew it. He just knew it like he knew his own fur coat.

» She did seem smaller, though not a lot. Then again, the female was a little afar. Her colors were a molten mix, as it seemed, of various hues of brown. Mainly a darker fawn color than his own with an even darker chocolate brown, lighter than his own black splashed back. Yet as she stood in her spot, head tilting about, he found that her fur was a lot more thick than those other breeds he had seen. Come to think of it... her tail was oddly curled back too. Could he do that? Would that happen to him maybe?

» Bone shuffled on his large, awkward paws, shifting his weight from one side to the other as he observed this strange breed. Mix breed? The thought of a curled tail discomforted him. How would he be able to chase it if it was on his back? Maybe he could ask... or that would be awkward? Then again, she did call out first... he thought. Taking the small chance, always seeking permanent companionship anyway, he huffily barked out, "Umm... hi there!" Head titled curiously, on a second thought... "Over here!"

c o u n t! six-three-nine
p a w n! Bone
m u s e! six/ten
n o t e p a d! Finished!