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Post by Kin on Mar 26, 2012 21:39:56 GMT -5
Sometimes, Holly still missed her humans. She'd loved them all her life, devoted herself to them, and thrived on their praise and love. It occurred to her every now and then that they were gone, and that she couldn't find them. Not that the golden retriever hadn't tried. Their scents ended abruptly, as though they vanished into thin air.
She whined slightly, raising her muzzle into the air. A cool sea breeze sighed and carried the scent of salt and sea past her dark nose. Holly's butterscotch-colored fur danced in the wind, bringing a welcomed dose of relief to her warm fur. The sun's warmth buried itself easily in her fur, and was often a burden on hot summer days.
Her brown eyes traced over the sandy beach. It was untouched by human footsteps these days. Now, only the occasional set of pawprints traversed the beach. Holly's own led to where she stood, just beyond the reach of the strongest waves. She longed to run in the sand, chasing after a stick or a ball, or even a bird, the way she hunted these days.
Hunting.
It was still such a strange concept to her. Finding her own food, working for it. Holly was once a lazy pet, her biggest workout playing fetch in the backyard. Now she sometimes hunted all day without making a catch. The dog sighed and looked out to sea again. What she wouldn't give for some company at this moment.
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Post by dyno - | - myte on Mar 27, 2012 9:54:39 GMT -5
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other's speaking ¢¼ wandering ¢¼ speaking ¢¼ thinking
stevie rae's ginger colored coat blended into no sort of envoirment at all. she could barely blend in the forest, that would always take some talent. still though, she was a fine hunter, her skills honed down to the very best they could be. her mentor had taught her well, taught her as only a duck hunter could. her amber eyes gleamed as she remembered the fun times she'd had as a pup with her mentor. both with the desire to prove that they were meant to be more than they were. well miss stevie rae, did he ever teach ya to fish. she shook her head at her own silly thought. of course not, no one was ever taught to fish. though now, she wished they were. she stood in the water, her eyes on the fish around her. no she definatley couldn't fish.
stevie rae lifted her paws and exited the water, enjoying the warmth of the sand under her paws. despite her lack of food, she still had the bright and friendly stevie rae look on her. which came in handy when she noticed the dog on the beach, looking as ginger as her and standing out like she did. stevie rae wondered whether or not to go over and greet the dog. dogs in this place didn't seem to like being spoken to. but still, she trotted forward, a grin on her face. as she walked, her wet legs dripped on the beach. well hello there. my name's stevie rae. what's yers? her perfect okie twang rang out as she smiled at the dog in a way only stevie rae could. she had an open heart and an open mind. she wouldn't condemn this dog without reason
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Post by alaska on Mar 29, 2012 11:52:45 GMT -5
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other's speaking ¢¼ wandering ¢¼ speaking ¢¼ thinking
Wanderer. A wanderer..thats what Damon could be considered of. He was such a fricken looser, but no one knew. He was the most flirtatious, sweet, proud, and a big dude. Damon padded carelessly around the beach, wandering what he should do today for fun. His paws flicked up sand as he padded down the sandy beach, a beautiful kodak picture just waiting to be shot.
His ears pricked at the sound of voices near his presence, his body stood alert and tail high, curled. He lowered his head as he padded slowly closer to them, the cool sea breeze tickling his nose. This was a gorgeous day, no humans, and no disturbance to his presence. The large Shepherd then caught sight of what he was looking for in the beginning.. two nicely brushed female canines, one a Golden Retriever, and the other a Nova Scotia. Honestly, Damon preferred his type, maybe Border collies, huskies and other Shepherds...but, these ladies might make up for that with attitude.
If it wasn't the looks that got Damon involved, it was the attitude.
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Post by Kin on Mar 31, 2012 2:56:08 GMT -5
"well hello there. my name's stevie rae. what's yers?"
Holly's ears canted forward. She hadn't encountered many other dogs since her humans disappeared, but those she had tended to be hostile. "Hello," the Golden said calmly. "I'm Holly." The female turned to face the newcomer, amber eyes taking in details of the other dog.
Her fur was a similar golden reddish color, though Stevie Rae seemed a bit smaller than her. She had white on her paws, and a friendly grin on her face. Holly didn't recognize her accent, but knew that it came from somewhere country. It had to, with a twang like that. The Golden Retriever's accent was a little more urban, but still Southern.
When Holly spoke, it was slow and calm, and put the listener in mind of a large, placid lake, but could also conjure an image of sweet, delicious honey; her vowels were a little more forceful than her consonants, which were spoken slowly and drawn out. The result sounded as though it was plucked from a magnolia tree in a belle's Georgia backyard.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a large German Shepherd. He seemed content to watch her and Stevie Rae for now, and so Holly didn't bring him to the other female's attention. Why bother with something that wasn't a threat and wasn't seeking them out?
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