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Post by Skye on Jun 23, 2010 11:28:36 GMT -5
As she walked down the aisle she could see evidence dogs had been there a long time ago. Skye slowed as she came to a cage with a piece of paper still connected to it. She sniffed around and stood on her hind legs to see a picture of herself on the page and the rest described her. She whined and went back to the ground. The cage was open a crack so she pushed it open and lied down in a corner. Skye closed her eyes and thats when her past life flashed in head. She saw when she was a pup and a mean looking guy came and grabbed her from her mother. He then threw her in a wire mesh cage in the back and she was driven a long time from the farm. When they stopped he grabbed her and carried her by the scruff and threw her in a pen with a bunch of other puppies. She had cowered in the corner for ever before she befriended a young female pup and they were inseperable. Skye had been taking a nap when a guy came and grabbed the young female from the pen. As he lifted her out of the pen Skye jumped and latched onto his hand. He screamed and used his other hand to grab Skye and take her too. She and the pup was thrown in a cage together and then a huge pit was brought out and let loose. He ran up and tried to bite Skye and she snapped back. "Don't touch me or her! she growled and when his nose poked through she bit down on it really hard. The pit latched into her tail and pulled. She growled and then she yelped in pain. When she opened her eyes she remembered where she was and started whining in sorrow. She wanted to run away so she stood and took off across the floor but she was unaware that a dog was coming around the corner.
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Post by Raowolf on Jul 5, 2010 16:18:31 GMT -5
Sketch trotted along, his head bobbing. A faint wind ruffled his fur, but he did not hear it. So concentrated was he on the path ahead that he also failed to notice a figure in one of the pens he passed. Eyes closing a little against the warm light of the blazing sun. He continued until at last the small Basenji reached the pen he knew was his.
He came here nearly every sunhigh, so his scent trail was always fresh and he could follow it with ease. In his permanent silence he padded softly into the dirty chain enclosure and stood in the entrance, looking at the handiwork that surrounded him. Most saw the Pound as a place of bad memories, to be dreaded and feared, but to him it was beautiful; somewhere he could store all his feelings and thoughts, and consequently his drawings, with ease, where no-one would care to look.
Sketch collected his supplies out of the hidden corner and set to work, taking his time in the art. Slowly his paw drew long swirling lines on the floor, tracing over those that had faded with wind, heat, rain and time. And making new ones, new shapes, new days. New feelings. Dots and swirls, up one wall he dipped his nose into the brown paint he had made from the rocks and soil and drew an elaborate Wolf reaching up, a human paintbrush clasped in its jaws. He frowned when his small body couldn't reach the ceiling.
Finally he sat down on his haunches with a bump and smiled, eyes shining as he looked at his work. It would be time to leave soon, but he was not keen to go. Closing his eyes, Sketch felt the dying rays of the orange sun on his short, brown-furred back. Then he stood, and began to walk back along the corridor of empty pens. That was when he walked into the other dog.
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Post by Skye on Jul 5, 2010 19:02:49 GMT -5
Skye growled as she backed up her husky form buffing out as her fur rose. She wasn't really a threat she just didn't know if he was or not so she was prepared. If you paid attetion you could tell she meant no harm she was just lost and confused by this life she was headed into.
OOC: ok well i made a character named Skye so this is her its another Skie u probably thought it was just letting u know
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Post by Raowolf on Jul 6, 2010 12:51:52 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, a little confusing but I'll manage  Thanks for letting me know. Sketch looked up with alarm as he walked into her, his eyes widening with surprise. Now he was paying attention the Basenji noticed her scent trail all around this pen, both old and new. He knew red was a vicious one, and yellow was someone who was kind to him, but he wasn't sure what her pinky colour was.
The young dog put his head on one side as she bristled at him, and when she retreated a little he wagged his curly tail. Of course he couldn't hear the growl, couldn't ask her what was wrong. The only signs he usually had were people's scent trails; you could never tell if they were playful or mean... To test it out, he approached her slowly, then put his bum in the air, paws far apart, head and shoulders down low and wagged his tail. He could always run... |
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Post by Skye on Jul 6, 2010 13:36:46 GMT -5
The besenji confused her enough to make her playful. She noticed he didn't hear her growl and noticed he was mute and all the way deaf. Skye moved forward and touched his nose to show she would be friendly and then she decided he would need her if she stayed around for him to get attatched...
OOC:I know lol
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Post by Raowolf on Jul 6, 2010 14:42:53 GMT -5
OOC: He's a Deaf Mute, not Deaf Blind! XD It's his Super Tracker mutation; he doesn't realise he can turn it off, and the colours help his art. And a Mute means he cant speak (;
Sketch opened his mouth and panted to show his agreement to play, realising she was friendly. Her colour did not change, however. What did pink mean? Not stopping to wonder, he touched noses with her as she came forward in a friendly, calm fashion, eyes shining, then stood sharply and grinned. Then he poked her, only gently, and ran a few feet off. He hoped she knew how to play tag...
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Post by Skye on Jul 6, 2010 14:47:52 GMT -5
oh lol ok i understand well reply once i fix it in 2 seconds
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Post by Skye on Jul 6, 2010 14:48:59 GMT -5
i fixed it lol misunderstanding
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Post by Skye on Jul 7, 2010 16:40:41 GMT -5
OOC:SOrry lol
IC:She let him touch her nose then he poked her and ran off.....Skye followed and tried to grab his tail but missed. She lengthed her stride and pinned her ears back as she lunged and hoping to land on him opened her mouth and clamped down gently.
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Post by Raowolf on Jul 8, 2010 1:11:21 GMT -5
He grinned as her teeth gently clamped on his leg and shook it, indicating he was it again. Gave her a 3 second head-start, then bounded silently after the female, barking joyfully inside his head. The only noise from his throat was a rasping pant. Her long stride was far more than his short one, but in a burst of speed he lunged forth and swiped carefully at her rump mid-leap, crashing to the floor beside her. There he rolled over onto his back, legs in the air, and let his tongue droop on the hot ground, slobber wetting the warm stones and darkening the dust. The he pulled himself to his feet and dashed away, slipping a little on the sloping ground
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Post by Skye on Jul 8, 2010 1:16:35 GMT -5
She was knocked to the ground so she let him get a head start and bounded after him. Her tounge was out and her breath was short and rapid. She touched his rump and then she fell in a heap of joy and exhaustion. I'm tired she said smiling
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Post by Raowolf on Jul 8, 2010 1:57:25 GMT -5
Sketch opened his eyes wide as she collapsed, his whole back end wiggling. Her scent colour had turned slowly to yellow, which made him happier because he knew what it meant. He gave her a few seconds to stand up again, but when she did not he stared down at her, puzzled. Then he took it for another game and pounced on her, gently jabbing her throat with a paw.
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Post by Skye on Jul 8, 2010 2:03:46 GMT -5
Skye whined in fun as he almost pretended to choke her. She grabbed his paw and gently squeezed...
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Post by Raowolf on Jul 8, 2010 2:09:42 GMT -5
Sketch grinned as she squeezed his paw, but the grin began to fade as she continued to do so. Then it began to hurt. He wiggled and tried to move back, but still she would not let go. His eyes became wide as he stumbled off of her, tail stopping its joyful wagging. With one final yank he pulled it from hers.
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Post by Skye on Jul 8, 2010 2:29:23 GMT -5
She whined and guilt spread on her face. sorry i dint mean to keep a hold my bad she said
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Thanks for letting me know.