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White mitts padded over the asphalt quickly. Her sleek bod turned as she neared the corner. Her pacing was out of anxiety and desperation. Arab was not fond of being cooped up, she was a street dog, and was used to a being able to roam where she pleased.
She shied to the back of the cage as a twoleg walked past her cage, barely paying heed to the dog whom coward in the corner. Plum held itself close to her bod, her barrel nearly touched the floor.
Yes, she was afraid of people. Why, she did not know, but the constant pain of the scar on the top of her head, zig-zagging its way a few inches down the back of her neck. It was about five or so inches long, left from a sharp object and a quick jerk of a hand.
Her amnesia sometimes confused her. Why couldn't she remember anything? She often pondered over it, and knew little about her family and younger days. Her memory, though, had began to return, slowly but surely. The clouded figure of a human was the most troubling of all the images. Often she wondered who he was, and what his impact on her life had been.
Realizing that the twoleg was gone, she lowered herself to the ground quietly. Appendeges curled to her bod, plume curling around her lengthy pillars. Her crania rested upon her mitts, he mind in deep thought again.
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« Reply #1 on Mar 6, 2006, 4:56pm » | |
He did not attempt to hide the look of discontent that had settled on his large maw. His brown eyes stared ahead of him dispiritedly. How long had it been now? He did not know. He had lost count a while back. His head was placed delicately and clean, ivory paws, which seemed to shine in the dim, gloomy room. The dirty concrete floor was less than comfortable. At every sound his ears flicked towards the source, but never once did he move his resting crania. His long, muscular bodice was stretched out behind him, his tail curving slightly to the right. He was a sad sight, and you probably would have been to if, after a year or so of running out in the snow, knowing nothing but wide open spaces and cold weather, you were suddenley crammed into a pen in some dark room filled with other dogs, none of which were ever very talkative. He did not know whether it was morning or night, and he had forgotten if it was winter or night. He longed to run outside.
Finally, after hours and hours of lying in the same position, the brute pulled himself stiffly to his feet. He stretched in a half-hearted way, then glanced around his pen looking for something to do. There were a few toys lying around the pen. During the first week, he had constantly played with them, believing that he would be adopted and put on a new sled team every day. But as he day came and went, the dog had seen other dogs taken by families, but he himself never was. His hopes had started to fade then, and now they were non-existant. He was distracted momentarily by the fae in the pen next to him, who had suddenley retreated to a corner. He glanced up at the human who was passing. Surely she wasn't afraid of humans? The black and white Malamute stepped forward. He spotted the scar on her head, and wondered if a human had given it to her. He knew it would be rude to ask about it.
But he was extremely bored. Perhaps he could talk to her, and not mention the fact that she had a huge scar on her head and that he was curious to know how it had got there? He walked closer slowly, and cleared his throat softly. It had been so long since he had talked to anyone, so his voice was a bit hoarse, and his choice in words somewhat questionable.
"Hello there, Miss." He said, hoping he would remember his manners- he had learned long ago that making friends was hard to do without them.
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« Reply #2 on Mar 8, 2006, 7:15pm » | |
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Gaunt fem jumped slightly as she heard the other canine. It had been a while since she had heard another of her kind speak, more since she had spoken herself. She was more of a thinker then a speaker typically, though sometimes she could blab on and on.
Dial turned toward the malamute next to her. She watched him for a moment. His appearance was much like the typical malamute. Stocky, black and white in hue, and very fluffy. They, like huskies, were good pullers, which was the purpose for her breeding. They were strong, obedient, and most importantly loyal, making them ideal sled dogs. Malamutes and huskies were also well adapted for cold temperatures, with thick fur.
She sighed slightly, and lifted the front of her body, so that she sat upon her haunches. Her plume twitched slightly, harks rested silently atop her beautiful crania. Her chocolate occuli peered silently at the brute, giving him a good lock-over.
Hello.
Her vocals were kind, yet silent. She had no need to speak loud, the kennel was momentarily quiet. She knew she would have explain the scar, as she always did. Arab didn't really like to talk about it. Sighing, she waited for the stag to speak.
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« Reply #3 on Mar 9, 2006, 7:29am » | |
He smiled gently as she seemed to hesitate to respond. Maybe she was just looking him over, sizing him up, or something like that, but maybe she didn't trust that he wouldn't attack her when she responded. It may have sounded paranoid, but some dogs were like that. When she responded with a simple, 'hello,' Horizon's gently smile grew a little. Perhaps he would be able to have a conversation with someone finally, after so many days of solitude. It probably wouldn't be the greatest conversation he'd ever had, but after being locked up in a cage for at least a month, you don't have very high expectations. He wanted to make a good impression on the other dog, but it would probably harder than he remembered. So he decided he would choose his words carefully.
“I'm Horizon. What's your name?” Somehow that didn't sound like the right thing to say, to him, but it was the best he could come up with. He just hoped she would understand that he had not spoken in quite along time if he said something stupid. He knew that he would definitely understand if she did- not that he thought she was going to, of course.
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« Reply #4 on Mar 16, 2006, 7:16pm » | |
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I am Arabelle. Arab or Belle, whichever you wish, if you choose. she said quietly. Curved auds pushed back slightly in an unsure way. Arab was not one to be very self confident, being she was not to fond of her appearance. She had always been that way, ever since she had recovered from the inccident.
In truth, she did not know what she was like before it. It was like a new start, though not a great one. It was a struggle, being she knew little to nothing about her past. Occuli peered at the ground. Her mass shifted to the other side, making it difficult to see her scar. This helped her relax, and with a small, quiet sigh, her muscles relaxed. Sniffer twitched as a few of the dogs began to bark, yet to her relief, no twoleg passed. Large crania turned toward the brute, a small smile crept across her maw. She was becoming more relaxed, her heart-rate steadied, her breathing became normal, and relaxed. Harks shifted forward, plume curling quietly 'round her mitts.
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