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Post by Gomez on Jul 21, 2009 2:10:17 GMT -5
No one should be out here by themselves, even swift Borzois. The trees in these forests could hide anything, from humans to bears. The thought of maybe joining a pack had frequently come across her mind. She knew that if she was going to join one of the many dog packs that spread across Japan, she would have to abandon her life of being with her human master. She wouldn't visit her owner often, only every few days to check on her. She was an older lady, and without any family, Latika took the responsibility of being her pet, and was her temporary caretaker. Funny, a dog taking care of a human.
Latika thought about it again. She knew her owner could take care of herself, but Latika herself wasn't ready to leave her comfort just yet. She had to think of a certain pack that would fit her. Being a stranger, going out into the wilderness and expecting the unexpected was nothing of her style. She knew that now she was nearby a pack. Even if she never paid that much attention to her other senses, the smell of the boundaries in this area was strong.
The Borzoi sped down a natural pathway through the trees, a born runner. She knew that she had to get someone's attention. Barging into an unknown territory was madness, though sje wasn't exactly one to give away her postion either. She decided, that if she were to come across a dog, hopefully a pack member, simply coming across them was good enough. It was subtle, and in Latika's mind, more formal.
She stopped rather quickly, stumbling over her paws, but able to catch herself from falling face first into the fertile soil. Taking a look behind her, she saw that her footprints were easily seen. A smirk came to her long muzzle, this would make getting caught easier. Latika tossed her head quickly to face the direction in front of her, and he heard a small jingle. Another thing, if she planned on being a wild dog, she might have to get rid of the collar. She planned on keeping it though, as a reminder of her past life before making this big decision.
Laitka took in a few large breaths, and stood up on all fours again. Being a Borzoi and Wolfhound, two large breeds in the same, she was quite tall amongst most dogs. She never thought of it as a characteristic that ever interfered with previous friendships. Her tail lashed, and she took a last look of everything around her. Then she darted off again, dirt kicking up behind her paws.
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Post by mothrose on Aug 23, 2009 17:20:14 GMT -5
The wind howeld like a wounded wolf as Moth pushed her way through the trees, her fur waving and jerking around in the forceful weather. Having just left a small town, she was pretty well off. but already she could feel her legs tire, despite the many meals she had gotten, most of them scraps or birds that didnt know when to fly.
Every once and a while she heard something, branches being torn off their trunks, or some other thing caused by the wind, but every time she took a fighters stance, despite the frightened look on her face. Already she had seen humans and larger animals, and she wasn't about to take the chance of getting hurt.
But it wasnt just humans and bears she feared. Other packs wouldn't like it if she just wandered along their territories.
~Carefull...~ She warned herself, like always.
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Post by Gomez on Aug 29, 2009 2:26:02 GMT -5
Continuing to dart down the path, she soon started to feel achy in her chest area from breathing so hard. Though loving to run so much, might end up being the death of her. She had been on a constant run, and ran a few miles since the sun rose over the tops of the trees. Finally, she slowed down, panting hard and her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth, truely the sign of being exausted. Her long tail, draping around her back legs, swayed simply from side to side, taking some of the dirt and small twigs with it. Oh, if her master saw her now, she would be upset. For many years she washed this dog clean, and now she almost seemed like a hog caked in mud. That's what her owner would see, anyway.
Taking a small step foreward, Laitka winced, yelping lightly at a sharp pain in her paw. As she lifted one of her front paws up, she noticed red tinted dirt attached to the bottom of the paw, near the base of where it sunk in to the rest of the skin. There was a small, but deep cut where the red fluid was leaking out of. That must've happened when she was treading over a gravel road, made by the humans. Her paws weren't used to rocky terrain, much less a path hidden deep in the moutains. She probably couldn't even feel it from how long she had been running.
Sounds of paw pads brought her attention, as well as a fresh new scent. No doubt the new stranger was close, especially since Latika's sense of smell was dulled, due to being an odd mixed breed. She smirked lightly, though she was in no place to even think of playing around with whoever came acorss her. She was looking for a pack to possibly become a part of, not to impress, flirt, or mess around. Maybe if it was a stray, she might consider, it really depended on important traits. What breed, size, gender, first impression, yada yada... She was amazed that she thought like this, maybe it was being alone for a short time that made her think like that, since she was a more of a social creature.
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Post by mothrose on Aug 31, 2009 20:02:21 GMT -5
Moth continued with her head down and eyes averted toward the ground, thinking of how she had escaped from the yard.
Her mind, however, is pulled back to reality as the wind shifts, blowing a strange dog smell into her sensitive shepherd nose. she immediately drops to a defensive position, teeth clamped shut, trying to keep quiet. She studied the smell a bit, eyes narrowing as she realizes its a larger dog. looking up, she sees no branches she would be able to climb into, and looking around none of the nearer bushes were thick enough.
~"Stay out of sight and out of the way"~ a Great Dane had told her, and she knew to obay.
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Post by Gomez on Sept 1, 2009 22:38:07 GMT -5
Hearing the new stranger come even closer made Latika paranoid for some odd reason. She hadn't gotten nervous before. She got the picture in her head that it could've been a violent dog, and she would be endangering her life in trying to socialize with it. Shaking the thought away, she reminded herself that she was strong enough to attack him just once, and then to try and make a run for it. That alone could save her. She stopped to sniff the air again, and not thinking of the smart thing which was to run and hide. Then again, she wanted to meet a dog, not hide. There was a cracking of a twig nearby, and she could hear some more paws brushing against the dirt on the ground nearby. Latika turned around, looking quickly in each direction. She noticed a brown mass some distance away.
Latika stood there for a moment, staring at the figure from a distance, trying to make out what it was. It was a dog, no doubt, but she definitely needed to know which breed. It wasn't large and muscular, like a Mastiff. No doubt it wasn't some pesky smaller breed that women would like to keep as a social status. It looked to be as though it was some kind of shepherd. Strong, quick dogs they were. They had a mix of every adavantage she had. Latika needed to keep her act strait.
Latika rose her head up high over her shoulders, showing that she was confident. No snarl on her face, and her ears comfortable and relaxed showed that she was content, and only wanted to chat for a short time. She took a step foreward on her wounded paw, not showing the pain in her expression. She was careful, and moving in a way as it were like just coming across a neighborhood dog that she knew. "Hello there." She greeted, bowing her head down slightly in respect to the stranger. "Do you mind if we have a word?" She asked politely, though this would be strange, hearing this from another dog.
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Post by mothrose on Sept 1, 2009 23:10:17 GMT -5
"Do you mind if we have a word?"
Moth blinked, seeing a tall dog. She was female, and with another sniff she decided there was no danger. The stranger held her head high, had no snarl on her face, and even in the dim light could tell that there was no defensive responce
"Yes?" she asked simply, trying to keep a calm voice. In truth, she was quite excited. not only was there another dog there, it meant that she had a chance to make Taryn proud, one way or another.
~Wait,~ she stopped herself. ~There could be more dogs behind you. You could be upwind from them.~ quickly, she angled her ears toward her back, listening carefully for any breathing, any snap of a twig, any sign to make a run for it.
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Post by Gomez on Sept 1, 2009 23:29:02 GMT -5
Latika showed a smile. This dog was friendly, she could tell. Though it seemed they were a little bit tense, like they thought there were other dogs or predators were around. You needed senses like that in order to survive, so it was excusable. Latika took another glance around, searching for any signs of other creatures around, including more dogs. Then she shook her pelt slightly, shaking any dirt and twigs out of her long fur. Luckily, since she was part Irish Wolfhound, she didn't have all of the long fur that the purebred Borzois were burdoned with. She still had the thick, wirery hair of the Wolfhound, which was very unforgiving during the Spring and Summer seasons.
One of hers twitched, and she looked back to the shepherd. "Do you know of any nearby territories belonging to other dogs?" She asked, wondering if this fae knew anything of a nearby pack. Hopefully, she could possibly in a pack, herself. Then, Latika noticed the strange markings covering the shepherd's face. They were remarkably odd. She hadn't seen such a decoration of light and dark colored fur on any other dog she had seen.
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Post by mothrose on Sept 3, 2009 9:21:53 GMT -5
Moth picked her head up a bit, looking over the female dog, deciding that it was safe enough.
"Sorry, i dont. Im sort of searching for a pack, too, but probably not for the same reasons." she barked, trying not to let anything else get out. "You could head toward the city, maybe? That's the last place i went to that had a number of dogs. But other than that, youre out of me when you ask for help."
Her ears tilt back a bit and she notices the dog's stare.
~Eesh, everyone stares at the markings, yes! its not normal!~ she grumbles a bit to herself, knowing that her coat wasn't exactly wanted among breeders.
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Post by Gomez on Sept 6, 2009 20:24:01 GMT -5
The shepherd seemed more protective. Atleast she wasn't so shy as to not reply back. There was no neighboring packs around, eh? She had just come from the city, the suburbs of one anyway. That defeated her purpose of running away from there in the first place. Plus, the dogs in the city weren't as friendly as some of the packs she had heard about that were placed in the wild. She looked around, and she could see the Alps from that distance. Whether it was the Southern or Northern Alps, she was not sure. Maybe she could start there. She had heard the tale of the tyrant Hougen who held his abode there, where hundreds of dogs were killed. It seemed like a place for adventure, and she had the ticket to ride on that train.
She turned her head back to look at the shepherd. She bowed her head in respects for helping her in the slightest way. "Thank you." She barked lightly. When she rose her head, her tail did too. Maybe she shouldn't leave just yet. It had been a while since she had met another dog, and this one seemed interesting, especially with those markings. Then again, she remembered that her own master nearly named her Cross for the brown cross like pattern that covered most of her face. "You seem like you've kept yourself fit out here." She spoke again. "How do you do it?" She asked. It sounded like a stupid question, but it was small talk at the least.
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Post by mothrose on Sept 9, 2009 18:42:54 GMT -5
"You seem like you've kept yourself fit out here." The larger dog commented.. "How do you do it?" She asked. Moth could hear a strange tone and laughed, nervous. "Like, i said, the city over there. Its not that hard to find food in the place where there are more human homes. Not many poison their food, according to the pet dogs. Too many of their children. And the pigeons are pretty stupid..." She smiles "By the way, I'm Moth."
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Post by Gomez on Sept 9, 2009 20:02:38 GMT -5
The city? Of course. Latika was possibly looking for more of a 'surviving-in-pure-wilderness' kind of response. Seems like the only one she could turn to for that correct answer was a wolf or something. "My name's Latika. Though you could just call me Lenny." She stated, letting her know her common nickname. It was a rather male kind of nickname, but she did portray qualities of a male in her personality and expression, only resorting to the female qualities for when it was absolutely neccessary. Of course she would still be the cute puppy that her master remembered, when, if ever she would see her master again. It was highly doubtful. She almost started to feel bad for leaving her old home. She still had that collar around her neck. That was her reminder of her life before becoming a wild dog.
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Post by mothrose on Nov 4, 2009 14:34:36 GMT -5
(sorry this took for flippen ever. also a bit short D:)
"My name's Latika. Though you could just call me Lenny."
Moth laughs nervously, still a bit wary of the dog in front of her.
"Im Moth. Just Moth. What're you doing way out here, anyway? you seem like a pet dog." she points out "No offece, just that most dogs who are pets dont usually make it." she sais, trying to act like she had been a wild dog for some time, really not having been.
The wind kicked up a bit and she braced herself against it.
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