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Post by Blur on Jun 3, 2009 17:04:28 GMT -5
Night had came and went, and now the early morn was beginning to peak up over the horizon. The first trails of light had begun to drip onto the broken concrete streets. Dew clung to the clumps of weeds and grasses that littered the abandoned town; yet, the town was not purely abandoned. Most all knew that feral dogs had inhabited this area since the disappearance of the humans. Broken cement buildings were the ruins that all dealt with when they stumbled across this terrain. It was not a very romantic place, nor one that looked safe to wander upon if you were alone. The creatures that had been around long enough knew the secrets though, the secrets that the dogs rarely ever came to this part of their terrain. If one had any interest in entering the edges of the town, not like there really was any logical reason to be on the border, than they were safe to do as they pleased and cross over.
A particular brute did just this. His ragged pelt swirled about him in the dull, dreary wind. A mixture of browns and blacks seemed to cast an air of indifference about him. Maybe that was all it took, indifference. He was an alpha of his own pack, but he hid that trait well. The brute appeared more confident than a typical canine, but he did not flaunt his alpha status when not on his own terrain. Did he really want others to attempt to challenge him? Not really, he was always willing for a good fight, but never when it put his own position at risk. This brute was a bit too overly confident and cocky for that.
'The early morning, perhaps soon the birds will be dancing in their morning glory.'
The brute chuckled in a rather demonic way to himself as he continued to pace his way down the streets. At first he kept himself elegantly placed along the edges of the town border, but he feared none. And eventually he began to wander more inward, crossing the streets that smelled stronger of the dogs that inhabited this area. Perhaps a normal canine would have picked up on the scent and turned around, this brute was not the type to be so easily turned around. His intentions were his own, as were his beliefs.
'Filthy dogs,' he thought to himself as his nares flared, inhaling the scent of the other species of canine. 'Their feeble nomadic packs are no match for my race.'
Indeed, dogs could not have packs as strong as wolves. That was something that the Alpha brute could not stand for. How could dogs possibly think that they would be able to take on the superiority of wolves? It was obvious in every way, shape and form that they were no where near as superior. Let them think that though, it was apparent that they were not as intelligent. Of course, they had to be much too stupid to realize their own ignorance.
Nose in the air, the brute continued on his way through the cracked concrete streets. He did not mind the warning scents of the dogs, rather he welcomed them. The brute had not been named Dabih for nothing. He was a slaughterer at heart, and these dogs were nothing more than a lovely, welcomed challenge for him. Let them come running with their teeth gnashing. This brute would show them who was boss, and then prove to them who wasn't. And he was confident that he was dominant.
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Post by Amaranth on Jun 14, 2009 2:26:45 GMT -5
A M A R A N T H Amaranth was slightly hesitant as she paced back and forth along the border between the forest and the town. She stood directly behind the invisible line that the dogs rarely remarked. Amaranth knew they didn't enter these parts often, and for the most part, any wandering canine was safe here.
Of course, it wasn't as if she was afraid of the dogs. She knew that any typical wolf was bigger and stronger than their cousins. It was Xavier's pack that she feared. Together in numbers, dogs could do a vastly larger amount of damage than a single one was capable of; and with her luck, today could be the day that a patrol was sent to inspect the town border.
Amaranth curled her lip at her own resistance. There were bound to be others lurking in the area that would rush to her aid if necessary. With a grunt-whine, she briskly crossed over into dog territory.
As she walked, she hung her head, almost frightened by the silence of the town. She remembered the still familiar bustle of humans that had once acted as a repellent and driven all wolves far away. However, that was in the days before the people had vanished. There had been rumors floating around of what could have possibly happened to them, but Amaranth tried to ignore the eerie stories.
Changes in the wind and thick clouds approaching from the distance had indicated a coming storm. Always one to prepare, Amaranth had fled to the best place for taking shelter that she knew of: human-made buildings. The intertwining trees of the woodland couldn't sufficiently deter the rain, and she didn't exactly enjoy getting her fur wet. The humans' disappearance was somewhat convenient, since now, whenever one sought a dry and comfortable place to stay when the need arose, the answer was not far off.
Shaking away her pesky thoughts, Amaranth spotted a brightly-colored flap extending from a deteriorating building. Eager to rest her aching paws, she curled up under the shade of the awning and heaved a relaxed sigh. Before long, she began to hear the anticipated rain pattering around her. She kept her eyes closed and let the rhythm of the storm ease her into sleep.
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