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Post by Spearmint on May 21, 2006 11:43:07 GMT -5
It was the dead of night t the zoo all the animals were sleeping in there cages without a care in the world. The tree’s blowing, swaying side to side in the wind the leaves making a soft rustling sound as the rubbed against each other. A wonderful night for the animals and it was bright and sunny that day it was sure to be a good day for the people who came to the zoo to see all the animals there. Now it was freezing and so cold your toes would fall off, the snow was falling around her making a path as she walked.
Spearmint was not here to see the animals but here to take a walk. Her face was turning grey at eleven years of course it would be. Her face stained with tears her son had just died. Her eyes were no longer bright and lively as they once were they were tired and withered looking. Her coat was dull and shaggy no longer bright, shiny and glossy as it was years ago.
She was a wreck her son had died just short days ago and her daughter had pups and a mate now. Bridget hated her and she was sure they would never see her again. She was dead, the only one left was Rosemary and she had been force bred everything was happening to soon. It was a sad life for Spearmint she no longer had it well as she used to.
Spearmint padded into the zoo her head low taking small steps as she walked forward towards a bench that may as well keep her a bit warmer from the cold. She sighed and shook her head laying down her paw in the air from frostbite it was to cold for her, she was going to die sooner or later. |
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Post by Disturbed on May 21, 2006 12:09:30 GMT -5
Shivering almost uncontrollably, the form of an absolutely pathetic canine struggled to even stay on his feet, the cold winter wind beating against his sides relentlessly and threatening to sweep his malnurished form away forever. His first winter ever... and it sucked like hell. The ibizan hound was a dog bred for the desert, made to keep himself cold not warm but now, the below-freezing temperatures threatened his frail form with harsh accurancy...
The male didn't know what he was doing here, why he was here or even where he was exactly. He just knew it was cold and that one time, so long ago, he'd found food here. But the sight hound knew better than to get his hopes up, his desaturated gaze scowering the landscape without interest for anything that could even possibly have the smallest sliver of food within. But his search came up empty once again. Another night without food...
Sighing again, his narrow head pointed toward the ground as usual, the brute staggered slowly through the area, past scary cages and strong smells of terrifying beings. He bothered not to look up, his form being dragged through the Zoo by long legs, his usually tall ears held back against his head. His meandering finally landed the hound beside a bench, which he hopped up on top of swiftly, curling up against the hard wooden backing in a piddly attempt to block out the cold. Long whip-lik tail hung over the edge, swaying in the brisk winds that blew through the park as the cold brought to him small fluffy whit flakes of frozen water... snow...
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Post by Spearmint on May 21, 2006 12:34:19 GMT -5
Spearmint sighed as she saw the male dog walk into the Zoo. She watched him lay down on the other side of the bench but she never said anything. There was not a word to be exchanged from her, Spearmint to the other male over there. She rested her head down on the ground and closed her eyes but she could not fall asleep. |
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Post by Disturbed on May 21, 2006 14:32:50 GMT -5
The brute lifted his narrow head slowly when one of the strange flakes landed upon his elongated muzzle. This stuff... The strange white substance that fell like rain but wasn't... Having spent his early life in Africa, the hound was completely baffled by this odd white stuff he'd heard one canine call snow. Throughout the season he'd spent here in New York, he'd seen and felt this snow a few times but it still confused him to know end. It was colder than rain... and fluffy... light. But when it hit your fur, it suddenly turned to water sometimes... sometimes it didn't. Almost glaring at the one flake that landed on his nose, the hound, unaware of the other presence in the area, mindless began talking to himself... as he usually did.
"A-Again with this s-s-st-tuff?"
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Post by Spearmint on May 21, 2006 14:35:01 GMT -5
Spearmint slowley lifted her head. She sighed shacily and looked at the hound "What stuff?" she asked him. He looked really cold but she was as well. |
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Post by Walking da Streets on May 21, 2006 14:41:46 GMT -5
((is this okay if i join?))
Eko slunk past the cages accosianly glacnig at the animals.
The cold bars touched 'is coat, 'is spine would shiver.
'is muzzle raised as 'e slunk towards the other dogs.
"Hello"
'is voice was drained and cold.
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Post by Spearmint on May 21, 2006 14:42:40 GMT -5
(Disturbed is it OK with you? Oh and Eko I replied in your thred!)
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Post by Disturbed on May 21, 2006 14:46:20 GMT -5
((Yep. totally fine with me. ^^))
At the sound of a voice that was not his own, the hound practically jumped out of his skin in fright, just barely managing to hold in a yelp of sheer surprise. Turning his head about suddenly, desaturated grey gaze landed upon an indimiating-looking brute... a doberman. Instinctively, he shrunk back into the bench, optics darting around with fear and submission. They just so happened to land on the first doberman, the female, but she didn't look as frightening as the male...
"Um... hello... I was t-talking about the s-snow..."
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Post by Spearmint on May 21, 2006 14:47:40 GMT -5
"Ello, and Ello" Spearmint said to both of the males. |
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Post by Walking da Streets on May 22, 2006 4:49:15 GMT -5
his harks flickered once more, the snow fell 'pon is beautiful black coat.
Sorry
'is solemn voice resounded once more in teh evening light.
The moon shone down in litle dimlpes of light 'pon 'is coat.
'is dun muzzle nuzzled an old bag of chips.
'e crunched teh enjoying the salty flavour, 'e pulled out 'is muzzle and pushed teh bag towards the other dog.
I am Eko, who are you two?
'is voice almost bone chilling.
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Post by Disturbed on May 22, 2006 6:08:11 GMT -5
Being surrounded by so many dogs, yes two were many in the Ibizan hound's case, was making the slender creature very nervous. He'd heard about these dogs specifically, dobermans and most weren't nice. Now, he was no coward... really, he could deal with not nice, mean and even cruel, but when it was 120 lbs of not nice, mean and cruel, that became quite the problem for the already underweight sight hound, who didn't even weigh half of that. But he refused to turn tail and tried desperately to look imposing, failing miserably one might add. Tail between your legs and ears back against your skull wasn't very imposing...
"...S-S-S-Sobek..."
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Post by Walking da Streets on May 22, 2006 13:54:11 GMT -5
the deep rumbling reply came back to the colourful winds.
Nice to meet ye Sobek.
His rough tones, were that of a strong and worthy gaurd dog.
Quiete an Imposing figure to be with.
And ye pretty bitch?
his voice still his usaully tone as the speckles melted on his black coat making it sleek and damp.
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Post by lemonlime on May 22, 2006 16:21:38 GMT -5
((( Watches in silence as she pats Black Jack on the head )))
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Post by Spearmint on May 22, 2006 18:22:01 GMT -5
(Dont worry Spearmints not going to die here in another thred with Black Jack OK!)
Spearmint sighed heavily it was hard for her to breath in the snow sometimes.
"Im Spearmint"
She said. Her head laid against the soft snow. |
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Post by Walking da Streets on May 23, 2006 1:12:46 GMT -5
Want some?
he nosed the bag in the two dogs direction.
The white specks alround 'e caught the glimpse of a gaurd and bolted under the bench with them.
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