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Post by Feral on Oct 8, 2008 23:45:57 GMT -5
It wasn't often he left the city, pet that he was. But lately he'd been finding himself curious, with the need to explore. All his life he had heard about the history and legend, of great dogs being heroes. Even the people talked about them sometimes, and when people talked about them it usually meant something. So without a warning he'd left the comforts of home and the city, of nice warm beds and three square meals a day. Rich was out on an adventure, maybe one day he'd be a hero too. He hoped. Wouldn't that be a story to tell?
Ah, but now. Now he was hungry. And the farm that came into view seemed like as good a place as any to try and rustle up some grub. It was hard going though, Richter wasn't very good at hunting. And so he was forced to dig around in the dirt, hoping to unearth some old vegetables. Rummaging about at the base of some old farmhouse, he finally did manage to drag something up. The border collie rolled over to his right side, sprawling himself in the dirt. He was gnawing on a potato, which was, he had to confess, not the tastiest meal to be had. But, he was hungry, so it would have to do.
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Post by Amon on Oct 9, 2008 20:17:39 GMT -5
Goldie was feeling the constriciton that would come from time to time in her chest, under the three white scars that ran on her chest from a battle to defend her dead master, Ritzuka.
It had been years since the incident, and Goldie always blamed herself for it; Its all my falut, If only I weren't such a useless dog... she would repeat to herslef over and over again.
Now, She was wandering the counrtyside, tired of going from home to home, humans comming and going as they pleased. Taking her in for her golden yellow eyes, and casting her aside for their own selfish reasons.
Its different now though, I'm all on my own - I am my own dog, nobody can tell me what to do... or take care of me... Her pink tounge was dead weight in her panting mouth.
Tired, Goldie decided to rest in a tree. After a few minutes of more panting to fill her lungs with air for energy, she climbed up the nearest tree. Her sleek black blue body went up into the canopy, shaded by the leaves. After a few moments, she caught her breath back.
It was then that she saw a tri-colored border collie with two fany collars, A house dog out here...? Oh, yeah... so am I... Goldie then watched as he dug up a potato and began to chew on it.
"Wow, how did you do that?" she said, forgetting that she was hidding in the tree.
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Post by Feral on Oct 10, 2008 11:50:18 GMT -5
Just as he was wishing he at least had some salt, a voice rang out from above. He rolled over quickly to his belly, ear twitching as he looked about. "Huh?" It would take him a few moments to realize there was someone in the tree beside the house. He blinked stupidly for a moment, tiredness affecting his judgment. Then he composed himself and stood to his feet. A paw aimlessly nudged his half eaten potato. "Well, I was hungry. So I started nosing around a bit. And got lucky. Sorta." He muttered the last, uncertain. Considering all he'd found were some potatoes. "Peoples don't come here anymore but wild stuff still grows."
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Post by Amon on Oct 12, 2008 11:47:09 GMT -5
"Huh, no wonder I didn't smell too much activity as I came up here."
Goldie rose to her feet, her paws making a straight line as she percariously perched on the branch, "Sorry about surprising you, I kinda forgot where I was. My name is GRAHIE-!" Goldie had slipped, mid sentence. Thankfully she caught the branch with her jaws at the last moment causing a very awkward greeting. Her struggling body caused the surrounding foliage to shake.
Below, a large brown male dog was trotting through the underbrush, searching for nothing, waiting for something to happen...
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Post by Feral on Oct 30, 2008 15:55:20 GMT -5
"Yeah some places are like that." Not that he'd traveled very extensively yet. Being the pet that he was. GRAHIE? ... what a strange na-oh! His thoughts returned back to reality as the female fell. Richter was not the type able to catch dogs falling from trees, he wasn't quite built for that. The lady caught herself though, and since she seemed none the worse for wear he could not help but chuckle softly. "If you wanted to just hang out, you should have said so." Ouch, bad puns.
Scratching an ear, he meandered off for a second, returning to push an old rain barrel back in the direction of the tree. He might no have been extremely strong, but he liked to think of himself as a smart fellow. "Just a sec let me - there." Rolling the barrel to rest under the hanging dog's feet, he tipped it upside down to provide a reasonable platform. "That oughta do it." Rich did not, however, notice the presence of any others.
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Post by Amon on Oct 30, 2008 23:20:42 GMT -5
Goldie watched as the other dog rolled a barrel under her. She would have thanked him, if it were not for the tree branch in her mouth. Suddenly, a creaking noise began to spit the air. just as she looked over to the splintering branch, Goldie began to plummet to the ground. She landed on the barrel at an unusual angle and fell off as a result. The wind was knocked out of her chest. The three white scars on her chest began to throb. Goldie struggled to roll to her side while coughing and wheezing for air. "I-I....it..." she squeezed out raspily. What Goldie was trying to say to the other dog was that she wasn't getting air into her body, because of the three scars on her chest and that she might pass out. The world began to spin and dim, soon it was all black, Goldie lost consciousness. Mud walked up to witness a female dog on the ground and another multi colored collie dog with a few fancy collars. He stared at the two dogs for a few minutes, his crystal blue eye softened, "Is she alright, mister?" he asked innocently. ((OoC:: sorry for short reply... >< )
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Post by Feral on Nov 2, 2008 21:52:34 GMT -5
))xD Don't worry about it.((
He winced at the female's fall. Alas there was nothing he could do to stop it. If he had known the tree branch was going to break anyways, he would have moved ... a pile of leaves over instead ... or something. But Richter was not one to lament over thing he could not change. The past was the past, there were no such things as time machines after all. Instead the time would be far better spent ... ya know, making sure the girl was alright.
Stepping quickly over to the other dog and circling round her, he cocked his head to one side in thought. "Sorry about that. Um. Uh. Just catch your breath. Huh?" Richter couldn't really do much, I mean, he didn't even have opposable thumbs! If there had been a human around he might have gone for help. However, as it was he could only ...
Jump near out of his fur! Gee, that other dog appeared out of nowhere. "Man I dunno. Hope so. She fell kinda hard. If she'd been a Frisbee I could have caught her! Heh..." Hurray for picking up human slang and bad jokes at inappropriate moments.
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Post by Amon on Nov 3, 2008 10:00:10 GMT -5
Mud didn't exactly get the joke. Thinking was never his strong point, he was always a dopey dog that loved everything. He stared down at the blue black female dog, she was unconscious...
"Well..." Mud said quietly after a long pause, "Maybe she needs water..." He slightly winced after his statement. What is she? A plant? No! Ire stepped in to ensure his embarrassment.
"I think I'm strong enough to carry her." He looked at the collie dog, and was rather impressed by his nice multi colored coat, his decorated collar and harness. "Only, I haven't seen any water for a while..."
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Post by Feral on Nov 4, 2008 14:01:52 GMT -5
"Um." He leaned back, pausing to scratch an ear. So much for heroics. He didn't even know how to wake up some unconscious girl. "Hmm.. ok. well. You take her inside that barn there for shelter. And I'll go get some water!" There, that sounded like a good deal if you asked him. Besides, it wasn't as if there was anything else he could do.
The whole event was ... weird, he thought. "So yeah. I'll be right back." He finished, before taking off. His collar gave a jingle as the tags touched harness, but he was used to the sound by now.
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Post by Amon on Nov 5, 2008 23:58:27 GMT -5
Mud heard the clink of metal as the other dog ran off. He was rather perplexed, How am I going to carry her? He stared down at the female dog, as though as she was a complex puzzle. His black noes lowered to take a sniff or two.
Yep, she was most definetly a female and alive at that. Mud had never been so close to a female of his own species and sudden grew very nervous, his hackles raised. "I'm very sorry about this miss." He lowered his mouth to the scruff of her neck.
Mud felt his teeth sink into her skin. She's gonna feel that when she wakes up, probobly won't be too happy either. He muttered another apology under his breath as he carried her through the shadow's of the leaves and entered the old farmhouse.
Mud tried to compensate the bite wound by settling her in the softest patch of straw he could find. He sat a few paces from her and watched her with both of his blue and orange eyes, awaiting the other's return...
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Post by Feral on Nov 6, 2008 4:19:34 GMT -5
For a farm, this sure was a dead place. Rich wondered how it had been abandoned, and why. Maybe the humans had died, he thought. Oh well, he had more important things to attend to. An ear twitched as he listened for the sounds of water, but didn't find anything. He was just beginning to worry when, he practically tripped into a puddle. What luck! He thought, as his joy was shattered by one, little, problem. There was nothing to carry it in. How was he supposed to get water from here to the barn all on his own. "I need ... a bucket." There was, of course, no bucket in sight. This would require a bit more investigation.
As he wandered about the farm, Richter hoped the girl was still alright. While he did not blame himself for what had happened, he still felt bad. It had been a sort of freak accident, the way the girl had fell. But maybe his ingenuity wasn't so genius after all. His thoughts were interrupted by a clink of metal, that was not his collar tag. Head tilting to one side, he stopped and listened. Then he saw it, a soda can rolling past his feet.
Quickly he picked it up in his mouth, carried it to the water puddle, and filled the can. It was .. sorta heavy, and not very comfortable to his teeth. But he carried it anyways until reaching the barn. After what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes, he passed by the tree and the rain barrel. Trotting up to the barn, he pushed through the door to see the two already inside. Setting the water filled can down, he sat on the hard floor and rubbed his mouth with a paw. "I found some water. Couldn't find anything better to carry it in."
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Post by Amon on Nov 7, 2008 10:15:38 GMT -5
As the other dog mentioned his return with sucess, Mud perked up and his tail moved in a slow wagging motion, "OK! Thanks mister!" he paused, "Now what?" He had no clue as to how they were supposed to feed the blue female the water. A bird chirped a merry song outside.
Suddenly, he got a spur of the moment idea, "Oh! I-I-I think I know what to do..." Mud got up and trotted over to the can of water, his black claws clicking on the wood boards as he moved. His jaws carefully grabbed the soda can, gently, his solid sharp teeth punctured the can, letting loos a steady dribble of precious water escape. Uh oh... The moment he did so, he felt very sorry. He didn't mean to crush the can of water the other dog struggled to get...
Dearly wanting to help the femald dog, Mud quickly jerked his body over her and easily crushed the can of water over her face. The can let loose a spray that mostly splashed behind her ears, a little too powerful set of jaws.
Goldie slowly began to come around. Bit by bit, her senses were returning to normal. First her blurry vision was comming around, dimly she heard the deep voice of another dog. "...what to do." Her golden eyes blinked a little, fluttering open. Her vision sharpened, just as the other brown dog loomed over her, like death itself. Goldie tried to get out of the way, when it was too late, by then her sense of feel had returned, just as a mist of somesort of liquid pelted her fur. She yelped and struggled to get away, fearing for her life....
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Post by Feral on Dec 4, 2008 6:29:51 GMT -5
"Mister?" He made a face, before shaking his head. The collie was not accustomed to any sort of, um, title. "Name's Richter." Now there was no need for confusion, eh! Rich frowned for a moment. "Oh! Um ... I. Don't. knoooow." He pondered. Alas he could think of no idea. If the girl was unconscious he couldn't really do much.
His expression was one hinting to 'you think of something. Because he wasn't really used to seeing people hurt since where he came from humans were always around to help. Humans with opposable thumbs and methods to carry dogs to hospital. Richter had only been to the vet a couple times a year to get stabbed in the butt. He never figured out what 'shots' were. Why he was perfectly healthy on his own! Well, anyways. That wasn't important.
Glad that the other dog had a clue, Rich sat down on the dusty floorboards and watched. "Ahh." Yes, he understood completely. A right shower, yeah? It worked! Though the reaction was a bit ... overboard. Well, it was just water... Richter laughed with good nature. "It's alright girlie. You just had a bit of a fall."
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Post by Amon on Dec 4, 2008 23:11:16 GMT -5
"What the hell!?" she exclaimed, "What was the shower for?" It had not been the first time she had passed out. It was the first time she woke up to a downpour of water. There came a calm reply from the dog she met earlier.
"It's alright girlie. You just had a bit of a fall."
She stared at a meek dark colored hound, his tail was tucked between his legs. Despite his massive size, he seemed yield much more than the average large dog. The dark hound felt instantly ashamed for her irked outburst. "I am really sorry," she was very sincere in her apology. "I didn't mean to rip your head off... I guess I'm a bit crabby when I wake up..." She bowed her head.
Mud shook his massive head, ears laid back. "No no, i-its OK really- I should have b-b-been the one to not have..." he paused to breath his rapid sentence, "I should be sorry." he bowed his head.
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Post by Feral on Dec 7, 2008 5:24:50 GMT -5
The collie watched the little interaction between the two. He really couldn't see why the larger male was all a tucked under. Richter had no fear of the dark female, nor the larger ... well the pet wasn't afraid of anything.
As the two calmed, then finished conversing, Richter gave his coat a shake. The collar jingled slightly. "Well, now that that's settled. I'm Richter. Did I already say so? Eh well never mind. Anyways. Feelin better lass?"
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